I once considered myself as no one.
I’m a fifteen-year-old girl named Sophie. I’m a shy person, and I barely make friends with people. The always say that I should go out more and make some friends. Get out of my comfort zone and show who am I really.
I have an older sister. She’s smart, an extrovert, and kind. She has a lovable character and once you get to see her, you’ll describe her as perfect. She’s exactly the opposite of me but I’m glad we get along well.
I was used to being overshadowed by her. They say I should try being like her, friendly, expressive, and do stuff like what she does. And one time, I imagined me, myself being just like my sister; not hiding myself to anyone, make a lot of friends and go out with other people. I realized, it might be really fun, to be someone, I’m ought to be.
I did it. I did go out with people, made a lot of new friends, tried out new stuff, like going to parties. I almost felt like it’s not me, but it felt so good to be something new. Now, I evolved as a person, people started to recognize me and I felt that I didn’t exist before, but now, I am.
My sister noticed it, that I changed and at first she became so proud and happy for me but not long until she confessed that she hates it. She hates me being someone like her. I didn’t comment on that, because that time, I was feeling all good— I didn’t want someone to take that away from me.
After two to three weeks, my sister’s not talking to me, it almost felt like, I don’t exist again, but only for her. I didn’t want to be bothered by it, but suddenly, I looked at myself in the mirror, and observed myself. I look happy, beautiful, lovely but I don’t look like me. And that’s the time, I reflected that, I want to go back from the way I was before. I was not confident before, but I was me. Now, I am confident but I don’t want to be someone who’s not me. I still want to be myself. The one who’s shy, but she’s resourceful, the one who doesn’t want to make a lot of friends, but she still is a good friend to someone. I’m not my sister, I’m not like any other, I’m just myself.
I exist, I always have existed to anyone, even if they barely know me. I exist in a lot of ways. I’m important in a lot of ways, even if a lot of people don’t notice me. My self love and acknowledgement are all that I need.
Note to reader:
This is not the actual me. This is just a story that came through my mind but somehow it’s related to me. I feel so happy and relived to be sharing this. I hope everyone could reflect on this and be inspired from this.