Category: Growing up
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More than just my skin
Identity is so strange at times. Some days I feel I know exactly who I am; other days, I feel like I have barely scratched the surface. Of course, a part of me still caters to what people expect of me, silently molding myself into a more digestible version of who I am in order…
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The cost of support
My ex’s dad said he would support our relationship, but then he told my ex I was not that pretty. My ex’s dad said he would support our relationship, but then he told my ex I forgot to vacuum under the table. My ex’s dad said he would support our relationship, but then he was…
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It was all but a dream
The harsh reality of growing up and being an adult is realizing that everything you ever wanted is not exactly what you need. When my parents would distinguish “needs” and “wants”, I thought they were getting off on a technicality to not buy me that new Barbie, but now the difference can not be clearer.…
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Ch. 7 • The Seven Year Itch
I love the number 7, I was born on the 7th of February and I adore the fact that 7 is seen as a lucky number in many cultures. However, for once in my life, the number 7 is joining me in a way I thought would not be possible. It’s highlighted by discomfort. 7…
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Ch. 5 • Hoarding Memories
Memory boxes I have a box filled objects, polaroids and letters. I have treasured that box and opened it up every once in a while. I am a very sentimental person, if I could, I would keep every single ticket stub, little knick-knack. I used to store all these away in the hope that one…
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Chapter 3 • High School Never Ends
My yearbook quote for high school was “High School Never Ends”. I meant it as a joke, but there was a hint of truth to it. At the time, I meant it more positively. We had all spent 5 years of our lives together, getting to know each other and parts of us were going…
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Chapter 1 • the beginning of everything
Growing pains – adulthood and awakening When I was four, I thought I knew exactly who I was. I was a determined girl who wanted to be a corporate lawyer. I barely knew what it meant to be a lawyer, yet alone a corporate lawyer. It sounded good though! My parent’s friends looked impressed and…
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