Rachael Lippincott

I can see that the way I look has set me apart my entire life, and sometimes that makes me not want to embrace that part of myself either.

I suddenly feel like a gaping wound, bleeding out onto the carpet and the comforter and the bed, this hidden part of me suddenly impossible to hide.

I hate this feeling. I hate feeling weak. I hate feeling vulnerable.

I don’t want to be an open book. I can’t be. Because I’m rotten just beneath the surface, and deep down I’m scared she knows that.