A peice I had to write for my creative nonfiction class. we had to write a self portrait, not using any titles (writter, daughter, sister). I'm super proud of it and just wanted to share
It is difficult for me to sit down and tell someone who I am when I've barely figureed myself out. I am someone who gets picked on, and don't ask why, becasue I'm wondering the same thing. See, I am an example of what society deos to people. The advertise unnatural beauty that makes average girls feel unpresentable. Then comes the peer pressure, people shaping me to become what they expect of me. And somewhere along the way, you loose yourself. You loose who you really are, whether its due to the people you are a round, the changes in clothes or attitude, or the new image that society creates. I'm not perfect, but society wants me to be. So while I try and ignore peer pressure and the conformity of society, I find myself loosing who I once was again. And sometimes I wonder, how can I be me? I can't pretend I don't want to be accepted by society, because I do, and that's just human nature. But I can't pretend that I don't want to be my own person at the same time. To me, society is much like a maze that no one knows how to navigate. And then I ask myself if I know that I can never escape the maze, why try? Why try to be accepted by society when I know I can't win? Yet I still want to belong, and don't ask me why because I'm not even sure I know.