And then one day you will look for you in the mirror and you’ll no longer be able to identify yourself—you’ll only see everyone else. You’ll know that you did what they wanted you to do. You will have assimilated. And you will hate yourself for it, because it will be too late.
When you look at the mirror, do you see yourself or pieces of everybody else? Rereading this at the point in my life where I chose what I want for myself instead of conforming to what others are doing was really meaningful. I love this book more than ever 🥺