Those Blistering Smiles and Me

A venture into my own naiive perception of my identity vs my expected place in society. A haunting perception of an experience that lead towards my intrinsic fears of who I am now, and who I will be in future. Behind the polished, professional image we attempt to pertain, a look into our mirrors show the reality of our burnt-out, tired selves. We still let ourselves distort this view as we remain stubborn with the hope that we can achieve a most perfect and happy persona; it’s superficial, and therefore malicious towards our own individuality.As a woman, a more silent but aching pain is carried. Yes, opportunities between the sexes are closing, but the expectations of image between men and woman are still yet to be dealt with. It is unfair that woman are expected to maintain an equal load of work to men, this added weight on our feet.

The collection of these thoughts and ideas reflect how I see my own identity; an undecided, fearful hypocrite, balancing on a limbo between cheap satisfactions, and an urge to live a more meaningful life.