I'm like an iPhone.
A deep reflection of myself outside the noise of public judgement revealed something personal. My appearance has been, up to now, a conglomeration of what people have liked me to look. My appearance has always been, to people-please—a veil against judgement—a cover for insecurities. An adjustment to appease criticisms. I'm like an iPhone, constantly being redesigned and perfected for an audience. I want to rediscover myself. I want to step back and see myself in an old light, not one through pink panes and filters.