‘The self’ is evolving, and for the most part, the self sometimes questions itself.
Without each discrete component of the past, we wouldn’t be who we are today.
More than ever, I look back on my former years – where I was born, the environment in which I was raised, the sacrifices my family made for me, the impact my friends have rendered – and I realise, that without the past, I could never be half of what I am.
Throughout my teenage years, I was running away from the things that made me different: my skin, my hair, my accent. I was running away from the things that didn’t quite seem to fit in.
My Aunt once told me that no matter how hard I try, I’ll always be different, and so I may as well own my difference, instead of hiding away from it.
– Words by Cynthia Taylu