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.
How much of yourself would you surrender to be a part of something bigger?
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?
Pay no attention to my complaints. This is one of the best decisions I ever made.