I was thinking of books and covers.
I was thinking of not judging books by covers.
I was wearing pant suits and a blazer jacket, my piercings out of my nose, makeup, my dreads ready to be pulled back into a tight bun.
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
It was freeing, it was comforting, it was strengthening to walk those streets, with a different body, yet the same soul. It was strengthening to know I can put on any clothes and still shine through who I am. I felt the same.
“I was living in your castle, your castle was not living in me”.