The bones aren't scary; it's the meat

What is "Authentic self"?
Humans are impressionable beings. We absorb our surroundings, mimic others in our environments. For safety, comfort, acceptance. Do we push our true selves away? Down in the mass of meat that puts our skeletal husks into motion, for the mere sake of acceptance of lemmings?

I shared a high-five with a woman in my Social and Emotional Foundations class for having chronic anxiety in common. I am authentically anxious but do I define myself by it? Finding camaraderie among fellow anxiety riddled individuals helps with the struggle. It encourages continuing the conversation on mental health, and tearing down the stigma of shame.

Lady Gaga wrote "I am obsessively opposed to the typical", and I feel that this describes me perfectly.

My authentic self was found beneath the rubble of castles torn down. Dishonest keeps of identities I desperately wanted for the sole acceptance of trash.

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