Can You Remember Who You Were?

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

k.w

Dear Brown Girl,

When we were 5 years old, our world may have been small but our dreams and ambitions were big. Our father’s shoulders were the highest place and the scariest things were what could possibly be hiding under our bed or in our closet. Now, the sky is the limit but the scariest things can easily be who is hiding behind their screens being keyboard warriors.

Do you remember being five? We dreamed of being Doctors, Princesses, Knights, Astronauts, Presidents/Prime Ministers and sometimes we dreamed of being all of them. What happened to that fearless child who thought they could conquer the world? What happened to her confidence? Why are we not her anymore? That child took risks, she stepped out and she spoke her mind.

Why are we so afraid? Why do we cower at the sight of a challenge. Why do we stop when we reach a mountain rather than try and climb it? Why are we letting our fear dictate all that we do?

Brown Girl, when did we start listen to who they say we are? We have become so concerned with what the world tell us who we can become that we actually have lost who we truly are. We have changed and conformed to their idea of what we should be that now when I look in the mirror, I don’t recognise who is looking back at me. The girl I see there has eyes filled with discomfort and hesitation. When was it ever uncomfortable for us to be in our own skin? I look at her and see someone who’s been trying so hard to fit in to the mould that they shape us to be that I no longer see the person that I had set out to be.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

I remember her but she’s more of a distant memory than the person that I am striving to be. How far have be fallen to be so different? It feels as if I am now stuck within a person that I had never wish to become yet I don’t know how to get myself out. It’s as if I am stuck within a tank that is slowly filling with water yet there is a chain keeping me from floating.

This is something that I am wanting to work on this year. To be the person that I want to be. Not who everyone else wants me to be, not the person that everyone pictures me to be but who I know I can become.

Let’s be better and do better, Brown Girl.

Let’s be the person we were before the world told us to change.

Brown Girl, let’s take the time to change for the better.

xoxo

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