I'm the girl in the glass window.
But I don't feel like I am.
I feel like.. someone else.
Someone prettier. Someone.. who looks like she has a smaller waist line. Someone who looks elegant and proper. She's like..
someone who I want to be. But I can't seem to be.
If you were to be asked the same questions I'm asking myself, what would you tell yourself?
How do you become the real you?
Or better yet, how do you even know if who you are now.. is the real you?
And is there even such a thing as being the real you?
As humans do we really act like someone else? Or.. are we just made up of difference we don't seem to see ourselves just yet?