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 where my soul changes colors. I am tired of everyone playing the same game I’ve been addicted to. To the world, we can’t be real, we have to be who they want us to be. Who is they? Our friends? Our followers? We could blame the society we inhabit.
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. 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. 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.
We're growing, learning, and changing constantly, and it's all part of life. We are exactly where and who we need to be at this exact moment.