I thought for a long time that the confident posture & demeanour I aspired to would come after I first changed, effectively locking that version of me behind an impassible door. Lately I’ve realized those things have been in me all along. I don’t need the full moon to reveal them
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I’ve changed so much already. I embraced my feminine identity. I can run for 10+ hours and not perish. I know what it feels like to have claws and a muzzle even if I can’t see them. All the things I thought I needed that lycanthropic boost to accomplish, I’m doing anyway.
