When I write on the Internet I always give a piece of myself.
I like to think everyone who blogs understands that feeling of baring their soul and letting everyone watch. Becoming the center on your own voyeuristic, emotional peep show.
But some posts more than others leave me feeling raw, exposed.
After I push “publish” I wonder if it’ll affect the reader the way it affected the writer.
I have posts that come from my finger that feel that way but every video I put out there feels that way.
Who cares if my hair’s right? The lighting and whether I’m wearing makeup is trivial.
People see me.
Some for the first time.
Some can compare with who I used to be.
They can see my crookedness, the paralysis, the disability.
They can read. I can tell them. They can know. Pictures in still-life are one thing. But this is my voice in video. Telling a tale of my daily life for all to see.
Leaving me feeling very raw in the aftermath. And slightly disturbed about the kitchen.