by Annabel Holmes '22
We're all so complex.
And it confuses me when people allow for one moment, or mistake or event or even an instance of something tragic or unusual, to define them entirely as a whole.
We're not made up of the things we've said, or done; nor are we made up of the aspects we dislike about ourselves. We're not what others, or ourselves see us as, think of us as, or define us as; we're not the mistakes that we've made, the things that we've done in the past, or the stuff that we've screwed up or shattered to pieces with our own hands and actions. We're not any of those things, our thoughts don't define us, and neither does what we say.