Is it possible to grow up simultaneously being aware of your skin and feeling detached from it?
Skin was always important.
It’s not just what covers your internal wiring and keeps you from spilling out onto the street.
It’s not just that thin, vulnerable layer above your blood and bones and organs.
Skin has always been important, but at the same time not.
My skin was always my skin. Not important because i wasn’t important.
But important to everyone else, for some reason.
“Why are you so hairy and dark?”