I’m not the person I was four years ago. And every day I feel like the friends who know me now are only knowing one version of me.
Four years ago, I didn’t have the confidence to enter a room alone. Four years ago, I was shy and let people speak over me. Four years ago, I was perfectly content to let my voice just not be heard.
Four years ago, I wasn’t me. At least, not now.
Four years ago, I wasn’t anywhere certain to knowing who I fully was. How I loved. How I laughed. How I took the helm of my existence and forged a new identity. Who I wanted to be. Who I wanted to become and how I wanted to take up space in this world.
I wanted to be loud, but still able to listen. I wanted to have a look without becoming a cliché. I wanted to be everything and everyone at once.
It’s not unique, this feeling of being an imposter. By becoming more and more ourselves, we start wondering if we’re just putting on an act. Can this person REALLY enjoy my company if they knew the real me? Who even IS the real me?
Events came at me in my life that reminded me that life is short, but I am here to live it. To love. To become to grow and change and learn something new every single day. In the city, I thrive. In my body, I thrive. In my own mind, I thrive.
At the end of the day, I am me. Not an imposter. Not a scared little kid cowering behind a mask. I am ME.