As I’ve grown older I have realized that the way I think is a gift. My ability to notice has provided countless people with reassurance that they are whatever they didn’t believe about themselves. Pretty, kind, seen, etc… The innate part of me that sees people for who they are, who observes the way they fidget their hands in a perfect circle, or how they stare blankly to the left, it whispers to me constantly. It vibrates under my skin, telling me every detail until I am unco
