Plastered on These Walls

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I am plastered on these walls. When I first moved here, these walls were so blank, so, I wrote letters to myself and pinned them up. I taped up drawings and notes and memories.

These walls are the culmination of me.

On my wall is a small warped mirror. Every day I look into the mirror and I look just a bit different.

On my wall is a tiny pride flag. I made it myself, for myself as I began to accept who I am.

On my wall is a drawing I did when I was 9. The drawing is, quite frankly, terrible. But I’ve improved so much since then.

As I put things up on the wall I also take things down from it. Putting the past into a shoe box and putting up today. And of course, today eventually gets replaced by tomorrow.

I don’t think a single shoe box will be large enough to hold me.