Ever since I was a little girl, I was boxed into a world of perceptions. And for most of my life, it was okay, it was an easy life or so I thought... It all began with the simple things, from wearing loose clothes instead of tight-fitted jeans to being meek and mellow instead of bold and rebellious. I always thought if I was just obedient enough, dimmed my light ten more notches then maybe everyone else would be happier. It wasn't until I left for college, all curled up on the cold bathroom floor that I realized I might not even like the color yellow or cats or all the kindhearted deeds that filled my childhood. I felt devastatingly liberated. The thought of being myself or whoever that was, was so suffocating, it drove me right into months and months of depression. Was there anything genuine about myself or was I a camouflage of how the world perceived me? I don't know. But, every day is a journey to discover what makes me, me. Believe this, it is not an easy one. It is so hard to try unlearn everything the world has made your identity without having doubts or feeling caged to your past. But, there comes a time where you need to take a leap of faith in attempt to save yourself. Forget about everyone and take that first jump!