"No I feel much better now..."
She'd said again and again since that awful day with Queen Vespa. It had taken quite a while for that to be actually true, she'd seen the profound division among other ponies when they'd stood revealed. Familiar faces made stranger, and to be honest... it still felt exposed to wear her true form. She'd catch herself drawing up her disguise like a security blanket, and feel her carapace shiver at reasuring words that it was alright she could 'just be herself'.
All of her forms were her though. Even the Famished one, the one that alarmed, and hungered, and wept in desperation and fury and lonliness.
It was taking her time to accept that herself, she had to admit, so it felt unfair to expect others to reach that point before her.
She was still herself.
She'd never not been herself.
Even when she was still remembering to love herself even in her pain.
But she felt much better now.
The most important lesson of all.. While I absolutely adore her famished form, I hope she continues to feel better ;V;