It’s weird talking to people who used to know me and listen to them reminis
ce on who I was back then.
It’s also a little stifling.
I’ve grown up quite a bit since last you saw me and I’ve formed my own opinions on the world and the people around me. It might be hard for you to fathom that in a short amount of time I’ve gone from trying to be a people pleaser, to giving less of a damn whether they like me or not. And hey, call it what you will. Call it a phase, call it my rebellious years, but don’t tell me I’m wrong for it.
I’m happier like this, and I’m happier living without a care. I can be myself without feeling like I need to conform to your idea of who I should be.
My hair is still short and it’s staying that way until I decide otherwise, my wardrobe is becoming hyper-feminine and I really might jump on a few trends this year. I’m a feminist and honestly, take that as you will. I don’t really like meat and nah, marriage isn’t at the top of my bucket list. I love to embrace other cultures and I will proudly flaunt my own, because it’s who I am, and I will always be my own unapologetic self. Смотреть полностью