Sometimes I feel like a... freak. Haven't we all felt like a freak at some point or another? At times when you are out in public, the feel of the eyes on you as if you were the main attraction at the circus. I've been there; I've felt that. Maybe you should pass on the chocolate cake? Maybe you should go on a diet? Maybe you should stop eating. The whispers; I hate the whispers. But worse than that? The silence. You know what I'm talking about; walk into a room and the silence is louder than the words they whisper.
Let’s talk about that leash. A leash takes hold and keeps you back from something. My leash? That’s easy, my leash is my self-esteem; or rather the lack of it. I have no confidence. I can’t even go to the lake without wearing baggy clothing over my bathing suit.
That’s just me. Living like a freak on a leash.
I know exactly what you mean. Here lately I seem to be more self-conscious than usual, too. I hate it.
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