I am a person who talks often about 'being yourself'; encouraging one to be himself/herself, daring one to throw his/her mask away.

But I'm not here to tell you that hypocrisy right now. I don't exactly know what I am here for. You see, as I browse my own ole pages, the reader inside me asked, "Which amongst my many faces should I choose and dare to wear?"

And it made me realize that I was just a confused girl with more than one self. For I was a monochromatic painting, maybe a black and white one, but even gray has thousands of shades. I was a star, shinning brighter each second; but I also am the night, looming darker, and darker still. I am an extrovert, yearning to share her universe, yet an introvert enjoying her own world.

Everyone is saying, demanding one to be him/herself. But I was waiting for the one who could tell me which among my many selves should I choose and dare to be. And I am scribbling, inscribing things I want to read, I want to hear. Things I wanted people to tell me yet never heard. I am always waiting for them to say things, consoling or not, but I guess I have been waiting for too long already that myself decided to tell me instead.

And reading my own advises to people and especially to myself, well I must admit, it made me learn something. I learned that I was misunderstanding myself and the people around me and I also realized that my subconsciousness wasn't trying to tell people how to be himself but to be his selves. That the masks were actually part of you, part of the many faces that you created.

Being yourself isn't about wearing that single face you love the most or that infamous 'original' face. It is wearing all the faces that you have and being proud of them. It is embracing every single material you are made of, every strands, every cell, and even every scar and wound. It is appreciating each face of each design, the gold one, the ivory one, and even the one made of clay and the one made of rusty metal.

Be weird, be moody, be witty, be stupid, be everything you are no matter how contradicting and complicating you think it could be. Because that is you. That fake smile, that playful smirk, or even that gorgeous beam. Darling, that is you! Be your selves...

Yes, I am a human with more than one face. But they sure are mine. And I love wearing my faces one after another... or even all of it at the same time.

And believe me, you haven't seen even half of my collection.

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REALITY CHECK
WRITTEN BY DEMIGODWITHACOFFEE