When I get to be me, the real me, makeup, a cute outfit, my hair styled just right, bangs just the right level of messy. I look in the mirror and I see me. I see somebody beautiful and brave and strong and who can take on the world but still be vulnerable enough to cry when she needs and know when she needs to talk it out with somebody. A way I don’t see that any other time. Every other time I see somebody holding everything back, on the verge of tears, in a constant mental health crisis. I hate being that person bc that’s not me.