We have a deep need to be seen. We have a deep need to know we are valued, loved, and explicitly cared for. Is there a more harrowing, frightening thought than believing, even for a fleeting moment, that you are alone?
So many conform in order to follow a pattern of acceptance and to feel like they belong. In my disdain, am I at risk of overcorrecting? I am free and confident enough and march to the beat of my own drum, but it is interesting to reflect on the environments which bring about my burning desire to be acknowledged as unique, original, oh, she's so different. That is a slippery slope I cannot risk ignoring.
I know I'm not alone in this. So many people are living their identities through the fumes of pride.
We can be better.