Me, as a Teen

I considered myself to be an outsider, one who refused to follow the norm – not to rebel, but because I hated the conformity that came with fitting yourself into a clique. I dressed I pleased when I wanted to – this generally involved a multitude of tangled belts and chains, bell collars and black eyeliner. My naturally gold-brown hair was off and on in mixed colors of red, black, pink or blues pulled back in messy hairstyles. By high school, I was already trying to define myself as an individual, rather than just another statistic on the honor roll.

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