Let me be...

I am tired…tired of having to explain who I am or what I do, or why I do what I do to create who I want to be. People at times ask you questions like you do not have a right to be on this world. If you combine different things of interest like literature and technology, they give you the side eye and go like ‘Acha experiment, akichoka atasettle field yenye anataka.’  And when that success, they act so surprised. Why is it that we cannot be just ourselves without having to explain what we feel or our intentions to everyone. The moody me is still me. The mischievous me is still me. And so is the experimental me, the reckless me, the introvert me, the happy me. And if you look closely, all these selves are expressed in the way I present myself. In my hair, in my smile, the way I walk, how I roll my eyes. Quit trying to conform me to the standards of this world. All selves are me.
Love,
All girls that are finding their footing in life.

Dear me,

Dear me,
Give yourself time. Time to grow and learn. Time to love and be loved. Give yourself time to learn about this world. It is a cruel one, but it is also kind to those who know how to treat it. Give yourself time to experience and know various people. That is how you will build networks and memory. Give yourself time to know yourself as you know others around you. Because as you grow, you will change. Priorities will shift. You will disregard some things and hold