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End of September…
Today’s the day, the day I get to go on set, and I’m just a soup of too many feelings that nothing feels like it fits inside me just right, just sort of sloshing around.
I took a little too much time choosing what to wear, wanting to look equally effortless and a little dressed up, but comfortable at the same time. I made up my face in a “my skin but better” kind of look, with three coats of mascara to be a little more dramatic, topped off with a dark, super-glossy lip gloss that makes me appear more confident than I feel.
I always get this way at the beginning of something new, too nervous, too aware of how weird I am, of how much of myself I have to keep hidden so I don’t scare the guy off. I’m tired of keeping myself hidden; I’m tired of being nervous.
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