A title I used to hate but have grown to love.
A title I used to fight to unlock instead of finding comfort in its pressure upon me.
Oddity.
The years of, why am I?
How can I?
What can I do to not be?
Years of loathing and pressure from those around me and even more so on myself.
Oddity, me, she is the odd and obscene. Not by choice, by birth.
Growing into my skin, feeling the pull of it tightening around my throat until I couldn’t breathe. I thought it would be the death of me. But then……then I changed. The pressure faded and all that was left was bliss. You can’t fear what you have become yourself. Accepting the tragedy and forming yourself stronger around it. I am odd. Knowing all that’s inside this head and seeing all that these eyes have seen there was no other way for me to be. Odd. But with a smile instead of a grimace.