The outside of me shows the inside too well, I think. Maybe just because I know myself. I know what makes me want to wear makeup. I know what makes me enjoy putting it on so often, even though I don't wear it out so much anymore. I know why I like high socks.
I know why there's a small dip at the top of my nose. I know why there's a chubby scar on my right knee.
I know why I generally don't like to make eye contact for long periods of time, and why there are times when I basically refuse to look away from a person. I know why sometimes I get flushed and flustered during conversation.
The outside reveals so much about the inside, but it's as though no one cares to notice. We all give ourselves away subliminally. Maybe we don't even notice what we ourselves are saying through actions.
Are we so self absorbed that we don't even listen to what our molecules are telling us? Why is it sometimes so hard to trust the instincts we were born with?
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