There's been a mask I've always hid behind. A cover, a film. Dingy and separate from my real, pure self. It's almost as if there's been a layer of metaphorical dirt that has clogged my skin and kept people from seeing past, and into something personal. This guard has been up since I moved to Redwood City in 4th grade. Getting teased for being weird. This is also when I started having problems with my skin.
I have begun to see a connection.
Have I brought this onto myself to push people away? Scared that if they see past my mask, they will not like what they see?
Well I'm ready to take it off. I'm able to see who I really am, and I like that person. I AM that person inside- and not the mask I've worn for so long.
I don't want that stupid mask anymore.
I don't need affirmation that I am good, or talented, or beautiful. I know I am those things.
I am happy to be me, and to live comfortably with my self. I am happy to accompany myself along in this journey to achievement. I look forward to looking in the mirror and sharing a smile with myself, knowing full well that I am perfect where I am, and who I'm supposed to be.
I've decided to share this because it feels pretty good having come to this realization. That being myself is what fuels me to take care of my health and continue being creative and joyful. If it can help you to find yourself and ditch that unsightly growth that's developed over the years, then I'm glad.
Good onya for doing it at this early age. Suffering through years and years and years behind a mask can be terribly, horribly suffocating. Trust me. I'm past-read to take mine off for good. You have inspired me. x
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