I drew my first circle when I was three
with a number two pencil
and a piece of cardstock.
I stared hard
pressed as hard a three year old could press
and looped around
Until the ends just barely touched.
Some days
my circle got rounder.
and wider.
Other times,
my lines were sharp.
and closed in distance
Until the center was nearly on the edge.
In those times,
I think I was
on
the
brink
as
well.
Reclaiming my name meant reclaiming my whole identity
Habits grow stronger when you stop doing them alone
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