Tengo miedo de no saber quien soy, de haberme perdido.
Tengo miedo de ver hacia atrás y darme cuenta que ya no queda nada de aquella persona que un día fui.
Tengo miedo de no conocerme.
Tengo miedo de sentir mi dolor.
Tengo miedo de no poder soportar esta carga.
Tengo miedo de no volver a encontrarme en paz nunca más.

And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.

One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear colors that I really like, I wear makeup that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your temple, it’s your home, and you must decorate it.