"I used to think I was the strangest person in the..." - Frida Kahlo

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“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world. There must be someone just like me.”

— Frida Kahlo

Kahlo finds comfort in the idea that our uniqueness is shared by kindred spirits somewhere.

#belonging

#uniqueness

#connection

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