It started after my mother's shaming finally seeped into my adolescent organs. "You don't HAVE to share everything you are thinking. Not everything you think is worth hearing." It was a short hop to Nothing I think is worth hearing. I learned to eat my words. At first, I chewed them several times before swallowing. Then later, I swallowed them whole. I got fat. Who knew the body is so poor at digesting words? I became invisible. Who knew that the side effect of self-editing would be cloaking device? I made use of it. Often. Until I got lonely. Until I got angry about injustice. Until I wanted to offer my words. To encourage. To lift up. To let others know I can hear them Self-editing. Prayer is a good place to practice not eating one's words. I see you. I hear your words.