And then I notice the eyes that glaze over, the subtle step back, and I think… maybe honesty isn’t always charming.

I’ve tried softening myself, trimming edges, holding back stories, pretending to be smaller than I am. But it feels like wearing shoes two sizes too small—painful, awkward, and impossible to keep for long. 🥿 And honestly? I’d rather be uncomfortable in my own skin than shrink for someone else.

Still, I can’t help but question it late at night. Am I too much? Do people really want someone who burns so brightly, or do they prefer the flicker that’s easier to manage? 🔥 I love my quirks, my intense bursts of emotion, my obsession with random things that make no sense to anyone but me. Yet, the world keeps whispering, “Tone it down. Be simpler. Be softer.”

And sometimes, I resist. I wear my weirdness like armor, laughing at the awkwardness it creates, because maybe… just maybe… the right person will be the one who thinks my chaos is beautiful rather than frightening. 💫 But until then, I’m learning to sit with myself, unapologetically loud and completely untamed.