I have a mask, it doesn't cover my face.
It is how i determine who i am, or who i was. A mask is not just something we wear once a year.
A mask is something you wear all year.
We ignore the imperfections we see, becoming blind too society and problems that affect us mentally, we put on our mask and pretend we are free.
Your mask can be anything as long as it hides most of your natural flaws.
A city. A religion. A color. A gender.
Anything that gives a story without telling your own.
I am a female. I am from Kansas City. I was raised in a strict Religion. I like the color blue.
This use to be my mask.
A mask covers your insecurities like a hard shell.
The mask i wore never defined me as a person because of how i was raised or where i am from or what i like or what gender i am.
Maybe some is part DNA but the rest has nothing to do with my identity.
Take off your mask and be you. It feels so good not wearing a mask that was mostly given to me not created by me.
You can go anywhere and be anything.
About the Creator
bayleigh miller
Writing lets me express myself in words that are normally so hard to express in a conversation with another person and photography lets me capture beauty that most people dont see.
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