Acceptance
I was never quite comfortable in my own skin. When I was younger, I was always too much of something...too loud, too dramatic, too tall, too weird. I went through the same awkward teenage years as everyone else and although I joined drama club and had an amazing, tight-knit group of friends, I struggled to find my place, not only among my family and with my peers but in life. I thought I knew who I was, or had a pretty good idea, anyway, but the truth of the matter was, I tried to fit into the mold of who others saw me as. I was a "good" kid, if not a little mouthy, and I never really entertained the idea of rebelling. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it made me feel as if I was doing what I was supposed to be doing, rather than figuring things out for myself.
