Jules, this essay is unexpectedly healing, but not the kind of thing you can prescribe without sounding a little... unhinged. I think we've all hedged the truth to dodge that 'furtive look' from friends, but there's something beautifully rebellious about declaring, 'Acceptance healed me.' It’s like admitting you stopped chasing the buns and it decided to pull over.
Jules, this essay is unexpectedly healing, but not the kind of thing you can prescribe without sounding a little... unhinged. I think we've all hedged the truth to dodge that 'furtive look' from friends, but there's something beautifully rebellious about declaring, 'Acceptance healed me.' It’s like admitting you stopped chasing the buns and it decided to pull over.
Bus! I mean bus, not buns. Though honestly, buns pulling over sounds like a metaphor waiting to happen