I am who I am— raw, real, and flaws— but that’s not the story I always chose to share. At times, I show a glimpse into my world and only show a perfected life with glamorous days and endless adventures, but there are some days, my world feels dark and grey, and some nights my soul changes colors. I am tired of everyone playing the same game I’ve also been addicted to, to the world, we can’t be real, we have to be who they want us to be. Who are "they"? Our friends? Our followers? We could blame the society we've created.

I’ll be the first to say, I am extremely blessed. I have my health, people who love me, and I am better off than most, just by where I was born or who I was born to. I am well aware that people have it far worse than I do and still hold their head higher than mine, but there are days, I just want to run from who I am and all I’ve ever known— start fresh.

I’ve said this before, but I am not defined by my flaws, burdens, and circumstances, however, they are the reason I am the way I am; I’ve been molded by my environment and all the letdowns and pick me ups that go along with that. So that leads me back to, who am I to contribute to the problem? To enforce societal rules that only break our hearts and leave us feeling far from pristine, without self-confidence and self-esteem.

So let's break away from the need for perfection, acceptance, and attention from everyone; we will belong with those who love us most and that is enough. You are enough, without having thousands of followers and countless comments.