Sometimes it is the quiet math of survival — changing your voice, your clothes, your humor, your language, your truthS, just to make the room less threatened by you.
Some people call it professionalism. Some people call it respect. Some people call it knowing how to move.
But sometimes, it is just exhaustion dressed up as adaptation.
SIT WITH THIS :
When did you first learn that being yourself had consequences?
How do you feel when you're in a room the real you would not be accepted or welcomed in?
How long can a person keep editing themselves before they forget who they truly are?
