Digital Diary - Editor's Edition
One Step Forward Sometimes, someone would mention a wonderful thing about their sweet sixteens, and I would pull out my hair, trying to forget the self-deprecating things I felt when I was that age. Sometimes, I would look at a photo of myself from two years ago, and I would break down, remembering how I used to be the one volunteering to click pictures because I never wanted to be in one. And then I would think about hiding - so much hiding from people and crowds and events and the world. Most times, I remember being scared of never changing. Of having a stagnant mindset. Of degrading myself for the rest of my life like I used to. I was scared of the life I would lead if that happened. Other times, however, I think about that one time I was on stage, and even though I fumbled, people were in front of me, listening. I flip my hair twice, realizing that I do not look at myself in a video call nowadays. My sister point...