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Looking at the mirror, I saw myself all ruffled and vulnerable. The past haunting me, the present humiliating me, the future bullying me, and the pain inside killing me, slowly and softly, I was all shattered, broken down into pieces that could possibly never be adjoined.

My physicality acting as a camouflage to my oddly naked soul, my grin hiding the ocean of sorrows. With all that I have and with all that I am, I was ashamed, ashamed of not fitting anywhere, belonging nowhere, and traumatized of being isolated. I was devastated, not because of who I am, but because who the society labeled me as.



Like a feral animal in the search of prey, I felt like an untamed lion in the dense wood, gathering all my pieces, summoning all my courage, not just to dwell in the societies pathetic norms and ethics but to rise above it, slaughtering all the stereotypical mindset and in the search of real me in the lost me.

In the midst of chaos, I found myself, my bare body, my beautiful physique, and my ridiculously dope soul. I was odd, odd from the rest of the world but What’s the use of being a normal human being and doing the normal job while you can be an outstanding human being and beat the normal folks!?

I wasn’t born wrong, at least not in the wrong body. So let me rise above it, up all above, above my name, above my shame, cause I was born beautiful. I am that I am and I am all I have.

— Manusi Karmacharya


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