Teetering at the maelstrom's center, balanced at the edge in a tormenting wind, she set her heels down, her toes finding nothing to hold onto. She raised her hands in defiance, to proclaim herself whole. She wouldn't give in, wouldn't let haters win, wouldn't let others choose her identity. There was a reason why she'd learned balance, learned to remember her unique self made her stronger. ©August 2018, April 2022 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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