That box that people put you in, the pigeon hole which satisfies their need to classify and order their experiences, you don’t quite fit, do you?
There’s that sharp edge that grabs and catches. You try to smooth it off, sand it away, for your comfort — and for theirs.
That sharp edge is your power. File it away and your unique shape is lost.
It’s tempting to force yourself into that box shape.
To fit in.
But, that sharp edge digs into your side and deep down you know this isn’t the shape of you. It would not be this uncomfortable if it were.
Your place is not inside any box. No pigeon hole can contain your complexity, your contradictions, and the fullness of who you are.
That sharp edge? It’s your reminder that you don’t belong in any box, and it’s your sword to cut yourself free.