Too much.
They called her too much.
Too loud, too opinionated, too dressed up for a Tuesday.
For years she tried to fit. Turned the volume down. Wore beige. Laughed at the right size.
It didn't make her fit. It just made her smaller in a room that still felt tight.
Then she realised the problem.
She was never too much.
The room was too small.
So she stopped editing herself and started editing the rooms. Fewer of them. Better ones. Rooms with high ceilings and people who didn't flinch.
Turns out “too much” was only ever a measurement.
And she's done being measured.
~TCOTBH
Heartbreak Looks Different On Us.