I’ve peeled more oranges for others than my own. Always making sure they have the sweetest slices, always handing them the best parts. I tell myself it is enough to watch them enjoy, that I do not need a piece for myself. But after a while, my hands grow tired. The citrus stings the small cuts I never let heal. I look down and realize, I have been feeding everyone but myself. Maybe it is time to stop waiting for someone to hand me a slice. Maybe I need to peel one for myself, to taste the sweetness I have given so freely. Because I cannot keep filling others while leaving myself empty.