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Shed Your Skin
Think of a time in your life when you noticed your turning point from teenage hood to adulthood. This isn’t limited to 18 plus only. Some people grow up young and some grow up when they’re older. Neither is bad, so reference the transition age when you “shedded” that skin. What might you do with that skin you no longer wear? Do you dispose of it, tuck it away in a keepsake or pretend it never existed? The possibility is endless, show me what you do with that ‘skin,’ in ANY format.

Realization forces you to “Grow up.”

Realization is the worst way to have to "grow up"

I was in elementary school when I found out that people can stab you in the back.

I was middle school when I found out that friends can tear you down in an instant, with no regret.

I was middle school when I found out that it is hard to build yourself back up after someone close to you has torn your down.

I was a in high school when I realized that you can fall for the same awful trap twice.

I was in high school when I realized that maybe "Blood is thicker than water" isn't always the saying to live by.

I was in high school when I realized that people can be gone in an instant, and there is nothing I can do about it.

I was in high school when I realized that the religion I was in lied to me about a lot.

I was in high school when I realized that I wasn't straight.

I was in high school when I realized that sometimes family doesn't always mean no one gets left behind or forgotten.

I was in high school when I realized that you have to fight tooth and nail for everything.

I was in high school when I realized that my letter grade meant more to some people then I did.

With every realization, I had to grow up. I had to shed my metaphorical skin.

Now I display that skin in an effort to show others why they should be kind, why they shouldn't destroy other people, why they should notice others.

I show it to tell people that I care, that I will hear them, because I know what it is like to to be heard, not to be cared for. I know what it is like to feel like you are not even on the sidelines anymore, but instead on a completely different planet.

But I also hide it. I don't want everyone to see what I have been though, I don't want people to judge me and tell me that I have "Daddy issues" I don't want people to tell me that I am overreacting, or being to sensitive.

So I share online and though stories,

that way I can share with people, and they won't attach the things I say to my name, but a pin name. I wont have to go up to someone and say "This is who I am and this is what I have been though!" and watch them judge.

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