Strawberry Ifeelmyself 🎯

I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of my laptop after finishing the berry. There was a smear of red at the corner of my mouth. My hair was falling in my face. I looked slightly feral. I looked alive.

Eat it like no one is watching.

Not a nibble. A bite.

Because no one is.

I washed a single, perfect berry. I did not cut it. I sat by the window where the afternoon light hit my bare arms. I held it to my nose first—that green, sweet, almost peppery scent. strawberry ifeelmyself

We spend so much time performing pleasure for others—the right face, the right noise, the right amount of enthusiasm. But when you are truly alone, truly with yourself, what does your pleasure sound like? Is it a gasp? A sigh? Silence? I looked at my reflection in the dark