"You'll know," Faye reassured, even as she knew that the explanation itself was lacking. But what other way was there to put it? Identity wasn't something that could be haphazardly tossed around, wasn't something that one could precisely shape for anyone else. For Ed to be truly happy with her identity, she'd have to chase down the surety herself. It felt like so long ago, now, since Faye had last questioned the little details, the cut of her hair or the color of her clothes. Everything that she'd toiled over ran deeper than that.
Clothes were just to paint the picture. What laid underneath, that was far more difficult to pin down.
"We're all just trying to figure who we are. What feels right. What feels real," Faye continued lightly. "Go with your instincts."
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Date: 2011-10-01 08:16 am (UTC)Clothes were just to paint the picture. What laid underneath, that was far more difficult to pin down.
"We're all just trying to figure who we are. What feels right. What feels real," Faye continued lightly. "Go with your instincts."