Asking me to be anything other than who I am is like asking a mermaid to grow legs.
Am I to believe the fin and scales were a mistake and that one is only perfected with two feet and the ability to shave?
We get so caught up in wishing to make people what we want them to be.
Different shouldn't be a synonym with "avoid like the plague". Why fear "different"?
I like my metaphorical fins and scales - my gills make me able to breathe in the environment that I am supposed to be in. What is weird for those walking on streets is normal for those of us in the depths of the seas.
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