Insecurity is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s a sneaky creature, slowly and steadily chipping away at your confidence until you are a whittled-down human toothpick. Other times, it’s abrupt and abrasive, smashing you into tiny shards of irreparable person. Recently, I’ve been suffering from insecurity of the human-toothpick variety; a consistent and
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