Its a cruel and freezing morning here in Copenhagen, being outside is unbearable, especially if you tend to not wear winterjackets at all. Luckily, the breathtaking, almost arctic, skies take my mind away from the blistering cold. I get into the Mazda 6 with my mum, holding tight of a cup of proper breakfast tea. The steam rises from the glass and into the dark morning. I am off to work in the electronics company in which I am a trainee. The day will be spend taking a course in some software that my company have developed. I look forward to coming home again. I don't really feel fit for work, due to both illness and melancholy. See, I broke completely last night. A pure injection of "you're not really a girl" right in the center of my already brittle heart. I just laid there. curled up beneath a duvet, ruining my own makeup completely. In my parents basement. I live with them at the moment, you see?
It makes me happy that these days are far and few between. The ones where despair and fear of never quite passing engulfs me and I am left hopeless, helpless and alone. I struggle every day. It is not the fact that people do not notice - I just don't allow it to show. This morning, I feel empty and worn out. but I made a promise to myself, to never give up the fight. And to never let anyone bring me down. If you feel confused, afraid, alone, depressed, because of who you are... Never be anything less than yourself. As the skies brighten and prepare for sunset, my sadness is lifted away from me, giving me hope for the day. today also, I will accomplish something for myself. I will fight to get my voice right, I will exercise more and eat more healthy. I want to be proud when I go to spain this summer, proud of who I am. Proud of my body, Proud of my soul. So begins Kira's steep incline to achieve the best possible version of herself....
Hugs,
Kira.
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