Oh, Theo
A liberation chronicle.
“I got so fxcking tired of editing myself. If you were taught to shrink and abandon self-expression and discovery, then you’ll vibe with this.”
born . . . again
“They say it hurts when you’re being reborn. Well I’ve been in a lot of pain.”
a glory we know
“Why do we feel like we have to over perform positivity to be worthy? . . .Performing your worthiness is the antithesis of telling your story.”
One Day Last Year (Giving it Back to Me)
“I have alchemized endlessly. I no longer have any softness to offer the world. So I cocoon into my own being. And I wish everyone would just stop talking. Gawking. Walking about me dubiously. My masks have been trashed so I’m still getting used to the feeling. Every encounter, every Brave attempt to be honest. I close that door and I crash out.”
blessed sensitivity
“I often think, why can’t I just be normal. Eat the things I want in peace, not have to worry about things like cortisol, move freely. But since that is not my story right now, I have to take extra care. And there is nothing wrong with that. Sensitivity is an endowment that requires more. . . I need to access my wonder. I need to cut away. I need to explain less.”
Unhinged
“I grew more disgusted each time she delivered the threat. I became so immensely aware of the box that she had put me in.. .the performative boxes that I’d allowed everyone to put me into time after time.”
let no man muzzle you
“. . .he never existed. I was masking. A set character for each person I engaged with on a regular basis. A tone for each person that had this invisible -and quite frankly unlicensed- governance over my life.”
say big things
“And maybe the space you try not to take up is just smallness living rent free.”
