My safe space was the second All-Gender Bathroom in the HEC building of Pierce College Fort Steilacoom. The one closer to the women's bathroom.
That was the place I could feel like myself. Valid.
It didn't matter if I was standing at the door in winter wear or behind the corner taking a shower, I was safe.
Safe.
I didn't feel okay.
I felt safe.
I felt accepted.
I felt loved.
I wanted to stay there all day, safe.
Eventually, I always came out and used the gym like I was supposed to, but those few minutes a day were my little piece of Heaven on Earth. A safe-haven, if you will.
It always made me feel better.
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
