The Importance of Being Real
It is not until one is real that one is free—free of the
crippling pressure of shame, free of the paralyzing grasp of fear—and as awful
as these are, the only way is through.
By the time I was 16, I had no idea who I was. I spent hours
every night planning the next day. I thought through everything I said before I
said it. Hours wasted holding back what I really wanted
to say because just being me wasn’t good enough. By the time I was 16, I was
lost—lost in an overwhelming world, stuck behind a façade I had grown so sick
of.
Now on July 18th, 2014, I can finally say that
I’ve shed my mask. I speak from my heart, not from my fear. I fall asleep
proud; proud of all I accomplished that day; proud of who I’ve become. I found
that not only have I found the real me, but I have found someone who is greater
than I ever could’ve pretended to be.
I took off my mask, and my skin breathed in the fresh air,
soaked up the sun. I’m glowing with the essence of me, a courageous and
successful young woman who lives life to its fullest.
Embracing the real me has been one of the most difficult
things I’ve ever had to do. I’ve had to surrender the urges to please those
around me. I’ve had to surrender the urges to plan my life before it has a chance
to happen. I let go of the shame and fear that suffocated me for so long, and I
took a deep breath of sweet reality. A reality that’s better than I ever could
have forced it to be. A reality in which I can thrive.
This is my time, and I am taking full advantage of it. I’m
on the right path, the path that my fate has set out for me. Now that I am the
real me, I’m ready to take on the world with valor, and I know that the real me
is capable of doing whatever she puts her mind to.
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