Molting

Written by Kelijah Featherly on Wed Oct 09 2024

I hate this time of year. The molting season always leaves me feeling so exposed, so vulnerable. It's like I'm shedding a part of myself, both physically and emotionally.

My wings ache as the old feathers fall out, making room for new ones to grow in their place. It's a painful process, one that leaves me feeling raw and sensitive all over.

Most people don't understand what it's like for us avian hybrids during this time. They see the beauty of our wings and tails, but they don't see the struggle we go through each year as we molt.

I can't help but feel self-conscious as my once majestic wings now look tattered and unkempt. I miss the days when they were full and vibrant, carrying me effortlessly through the sky.

But despite my discomfort and insecurities, there are a few people who have always been there for me during this difficult time. They help groom my feathers, bring me food when I can't muster up the energy to leave my nest of blankets and pillows.

It's moments like these that remind me how lucky I am to have such caring friends by my side. Even though I may feel naked without my usual plumage during molting season, their support helps shield some of that vulnerability.

As much as I wish this period would pass quickly so that I can regain some sense of normalcy in my appearance again, I know deep down that it serves an important purpose in renewing myself for another year ahead.

So here's to embracing change even if it means going through uncomfortable phases along the way. And here’s hoping for stronger wings on which to soar once more after weathering yet another challenging molting season.


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