A letter from your fellow in the Unoverse

I honestly don't know how to start this.

Hi, Unos.

Last year, I grew with a consciousness...

Little Things...

Just those dois palavras...

It set me on a trajectory — one I'm really grateful for.

2025 began... and somewhere along the line, I started feeling less.

I've had bouts — internally. I've gotten knocked out. Badly.

When I stand to look in the mirror, I can't stand my marred face.

It sucks. It's scary.

Not knowing how tomorrow will pan out. "Beautiful," my Lumi will say.

Still — with all these — A stream of tears through my cheek... I whisper to the mirror:

"I'm perfecT."

It never makes sense. Sometimes I doubt it. But I move, regardless.

I'm flawed. But that's not all.

I'm perfecT.

אֲנִי תָּמִים (Ani tamim)