As I was sitting in my women and gender studies class the other day, listening to a class discussion, I realized that other people are so much more open than I am. My classmates were sharing all sorts of stories. Really deep, personal, and sometimes even painful, stories. In a room full of, basically, strangers. I mean, we’ve only been in class for a week and a half. So there I was, sitting among my classmates, listening to them share some of their deepest secrets, and wondering what made me different.

I tend to hide everything that could be viewed as an imperfection. I even carry around stain remover and concealer with me everywhere- just in case. But it’s not just potential physical imperfections. I hide any and all “flaws”. I often don’t let people into my life on more than a surface level for fear of them finding out “too much”.

What taught me that imperfections are not okay? Who told me that being open with people was a bad thing? Something which should be avoided at all costs? Who taught me that being vulnerable was equivalent with getting hurt?

I really admire the people who are able to stand up and unapologetically announce who they are. Blatantly embrace their imperfections. Without fear of judgement.

Someday, I aspire to be that person. The person who is unapologetic about who they are. Who isn’t afraid to be vulnerable. Who not only admits their flaws, but embraces them. But for now, I’ll settle with being open here – on this blog.

-X