For most of my life, I have felt like a Russian nesting doll; pretty and adorned on the outside, a veil in the form of brand name clothing and high-end makeup and skincare.
I covered all the different parts of me that lay beneath the surface, because I was afraid of how people would view me if I stripped the mask away and stood in my truth.
But one day, I decided I could not uphold this so-called ‘image’ of myself any longer; it was exhausting and taxing on my spirit.
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