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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() Over and over again, my mount is nearly demolished by the conceptual norms of "conventionality." Each time an insult is spat out, I can feel myself crumbling & my confidence gradually deteriorating. The condemnation I face stunts any sort of determination I previously had. Each time I discern the leers on their distorted faces, shadows of self-doubt nearly swallow me whole. It is then when I'm reminded of every single one of my flaws. My internal fragility quickly becomes one comparable to an egg shell; I can feel it gradually on the verge of cracking. But even as I stand there, quivering in fear & doubt,
I refuse to let the oppressors intimidate me. I refuse to give in to their ignorant requests. Even through all of the tribulations, I am still standing. Though I feel the inner portion of my body slowly giving up and my weakness coming off as some sort of plea, my body is like concrete: susceptible & indestructible, from the bigotry of society. Feeling like a new mortal, this newfound motivation encourages me to take action, even if I am shunned for my anomalous ideas. The glimmer inside of me cannot be extinguished. My exoskeleton can never be destroyed. Comments are closed.
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