I’ve always been an open book. Even the people, who try to read me, still can’t figure out the context of my story.
I grew up being a very broken child. With the pain and struggles I’ve gone thru, it helped me develop my tough skin. I was rebellious. I was blunt, raw and real. Always unapologetic. I was open minded and I knew what I wanted. I had a big heart with a lot of compassion for others, but I didn’t give two shits about what others thought and who the fuck they wanted me to be. I knew who I was and what I wanted to do with my life. I wasn’t going to let anyone get in the way. Shoot for the stars, baby!
Then one day, you get an invitation from Society to attend a Masquerade Ball. There’s a mask in the box. You must wear it to the event. Everyone is masked to conceal their true identity. Ready to play the game?
Soon enough, the environment I surrounded myself with was suffocating, and I couldn’t breathe. I ended up being immune to the toxicity, and learned how to tolerate with the fake bullshit. I had become a prisoner; trapped behind this mask. Insecurities grew bigger, flaws revealed and I let fear take control. Why did I have this weakness to go seek for approval? In my mind, in order to win acceptance, I had to act and behave a “certain” way.
The mask was putting a certain distance between me, myself and I. The “purpose” of this mask was to please others, but the problem was that it didn’t serve a purpose for me. It was doing more damage than helping me. Inside I felt sad, depressed and empty. But my outside exterior was this front I had put up just to make others happy, accept their limited beliefs, and stay inside their small, closed minded box. I had become this puppet, and I was putting up an act. I think it’s time for me to wrap up the show. I will not be anyone’s puppet no more. Cut the strings, take off the mask; I am free.
I was wearing a mask for so long, that I forgot who I was beneath it.
It seems like no one can escape the pressure to confine in social situations by choosing a certain identity to wear. We let fear control us and therefore we have the inability to be authentic; to convey our emotions, thoughts and opinions without judgment. It’s time to change that.
Taking off the mask can be incredibly challenging, especially when you’ve been wearing it for quite some time. You start confusing your persona with the real YOU. Start by learning to love and accept yourself. Flaws and all. Unraveling your true, authentic self takes time and effort, but it can be done. Take off the mask, put up the middle finger and have a glass of scotch with me. Join me. Start a movement. #UnMasked.
Own up to who you really are.
It’s time to take off the
mask and see the real me.
This is my story. D.G.I.F.U