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At the age of 13 to about 16, I was extremely uncomfortable in my own skin. The thing is, I didn’t know how to control my emotions. It was like I had lost the remote to my brain. I looked and looked and looked for the missing remote, but I couldn’t find it for a long time. The truth was, I didn’t lose it. I just never had it before because I didn’t need one.


At the time, I didn’t know what I was even looking for. I didn’t know what was making me so anxious, scared, angry, sad and lost. 

However, what I really didn’t know was that everyone else around me was going through the same phase. 


We were all lost.

We were all uncomfortable in our own skin.


Yet, we were lucky. We might have been lost and uncomfortable, but we were protected. We were protected by caring and loving adults, the pure white walls, tall palm trees and a beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean.


Still, the inside was a mess. A big fat mess. A big, fat beautiful mess.

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