As a person who has chronic and severe anxiety — not my words, but my psychiatrist — I find that it’s hard to be myself. This year, during Thanksgiving, I will be myself. I will understand who I am and why I act the way I act. I will be true to myself.
That being said, I want to dress the way I want to during Thanksgiving dinner. Considering that my nephew looks up to me and wants to be alternative himself, I will wear black nail polish, come with my developing dreadlocks, wear black eyeshadow, wear — you guessed it — black clothing…
No more hiding who I want to be.
This is me.
