Often misunderstood and mistreated. People hate me for what I am, while others like me in the way that my body and emotion disagree. I become their favourite because of my minor identity and these human just exercising their standard of humanity. My sexuality is rejected, a sin, while in the other hand, I am someone's temporary fetish. Hated but exploited. Normality agreed based on the mayor group consensus and I grow my borderline. This is the reason I make space from social event. And loosing friends or family over divorce or death thickening my lonely. In the society.... put me in sandwich, I bend and fold to cope their pressure. Urdhva Paschimottanasana. #Ashtanga 📷: @esterante














