i have never been good with rejection.
which is funny, really, considering life has—not entirely, but in many ways, in many big ways—given me way more rejection than acceptance. in my 15 years as a working adult, i have applied for hundreds of jobs i have not gotten. i have never once been in a serious relationship, never once been chosen romantically. but i have been rejected, many a time. oh so many a time. i move through the world in a body that is often rejected, whether viscerally or subversively, by a society that prizes thinness above all. i have not one, but two jewish mothers. i kid. but also, not.
you’d think i’d be inured to the feeling by now, having lived with it for nearly the entirety of my 38 years on this planet. you’d think i’d have grown a thick enough skin to let it bounce off, to prance through the world unarmed and unharmed.
such is not the case.
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