Are you who you want to be?

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Are you who you want to be, or are you just trying to become what society expects of you?

Are you trying to fit into this society, or do you feel you already belong here?

Are you constantly thinking about what society will say if you do what you want, or do you simply not care anymore?

Are you afraid to wear short dresses because of what they might think or say, or do you wear what you want, unbothered by their opinions?

Are you scared to go out with your male friends because people might gossip and make assumptions, or do you brush it off, secure in knowing who you are?

Do you still care about marks because of what society thinks, or do you focus on your own satisfaction?

Do you lie to avoid hurting others, or do you speak your truth, regardless of how they might feel?

Do you think talking about your struggles makes you look weak or desperate for sympathy, or do you share your feelings freely, without second-guessing yourself?

Do you feel insecure about being imperfect, or are you happy embracing your imperfections?


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Let me tell you this, No matter how hard you try, society will never fully accept you for who you are.
So for God’s sake, will you ever be the person YOU want to be, or will you spend your life trying to impress a world that will never be satisfied?

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  1. Unknown12:13 PM, February 14, 2021

    I am not trying to fit in society and I don't want too.🙂

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