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Identity, what even is that. How you define yourself? How other persevere you? You wake up in the mirror and want to change something about yourself, what’s your identity now? You don’t like something about yourself, but there’s nothing you can do about that. What’s identity? Somebody asks you what your name is, is that your identity? Your name? No, it has to be something deeper than that. Identity by definition is a fact of being what a person is. How do you know what you are when they’re always somebody yelling you what you aren’t. “A person is” what am I? What does that even supposed to me? I can tell you what I look like and what race I am, is that identity? I can tell you what I like to do in my free time, is that identity? No, it feels deeper than that. What/who a person is are the battles that they go through silently, the ones that keep them up at night when everybody thinks they’re asleep. Identity, I can go on a rant about how everyone has fucked me over at least once, but that would take too long. I can tell you what I wanna be when I grow up, but that’s probably gonna change by next week. Identity, it’s being comfortable in your own skin, but I don’t even know the skin I have. How can I be comfortable in something that seems so loose and unappealing. I could tell you my favorite color and my favorite book I read, is that identity? I could tell you a moment that changed my life forever, is that identity? The word identity if said too much gets lost in my mouth and doesn’t feel real. Is it real? Does anyone have a true identity or is who we are as a person constantly changing and shifting even if it’s a little bit. To adapt, heal, conform, conceal, I’m not sure. Identity seems so superficial, I’m a girl, bi-racial, and 14, is that identity?
