Aug 16, 2025
Not Fragile, Just Sharp
I keep telling myself I hate being delicate, like it makes me weak. But delicate isn’t fragile. Delicate is sensitive, alive, impossible to numb down. Delicate is sharp. It cuts. It registers everything, holds everything, refuses to flatten itself for the sake of being “easy.”
Casual isn’t built for people like me. Casual wants edges dulled down, fire dimmed low, hunger kept quiet. And I don’t do quiet. I don’t do numb.
If I’m delicate, it’s because I feel. If I’m delicate, it’s because I burn where others barely warm. That doesn’t make me weak—it makes me dangerous.