respect process unlearn support/learning new language to describe my body/learning new tools to communicate my boundaries. I'm growing and healing and I believe that you see me/the space we give each other to be vulnerable is chipping away at the walls we've put up to protect ourselves. I deserve love even when I don't love myself.
Track Name: In a Bind
I can't bind I'm already bound/outline my shape on the ground/always traced in pink or blue/can't change my shape to appease you. do you know what that feels like? overthinking how I'll be read is my drag/overthinking how I'll be read is a fucking drag. who decides the standards for passing? I have goals for my body, like overcoming trauma/I don't have space in me for imposed gender narratives. can't judge me by what they see/bound by my anxiety/fuck off and let me breathe/can't judge myself by what they see.