my skin belongs to me

I only realised this morning that when I paint a child I unconsciously paint her being Asian and not white. It has taken me this long to feel that my skin belongs to me.
Writing has done that. Writing is going into those dark and muck-filled corners of your mind and cleaning them out. Then making them gleam.

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