I didn't realize how much I was shrinking in, how ashamed of myself I was, and how unsafe in my body I feel most of the time. I didn't realize that being under the radar was really not allowing myself the space to exist in peace and know that I am enough, deserving of love, peace, care, and good things. I did not realize how comfortable I was with being uncomfortable. I don't want experiencing my authentic self to continue to be anxiety inducing. Enough people told me to quiet down, shut up, stop, that I was annoying and doing too much when I was just being that now I tell myself those things. Only it's their voices I still hear parroting to me. This is the unraveling.