Pay no attention to my complaints. This is one of the best decisions I ever made.
How much of yourself would you surrender to be a part of something bigger?
This is tale of wanting to fit in. It’s also a tale of how far a person (okay, me) might go to fulfill a specific idea of what fitting in means.
Coming to terms with coming out of the convert closet.
For so many years I defined myself by standing out, by being iconoclastic. How did I become a person who wants to look like everyone else?
Living in a world where people are constantly being called out for hypocrisies, do we even really know what it means to be authentic?
