Since high school I’ve wavered between trying to figure out what I am comfortable with about myself, and what makes me the person that I am. Sometimes these things are hard to figure out, because we really have to admit to ourselves what we truly want - what defines us, versus what the façades are we put on display for other people to find where we fit in. Learning to be truly comfortable by oneself to figure that out is not an easy thing, and some people never accomplish it until there are an overwhelming amount of complications in doing so. Going away to medical school, especially coming here – a place filled with more bizarre people than you can imagine has really forced me to define myself. I can say that I am more confident and content with who I am, and even though it can get lonely at times, I am more comfortable with all of the ‘imperfections’ that make me. I can ironically say that nothing in my life has gone smoothly, or as planned, but in the process of it all I am becoming the perfect version of the imperfect me.
**I would like to dedicate this post to Megan, and the perhaps the vodka we drank together last night which inspired this stark moment of seriousness on my blog. And of course, not to disappoint – here is a picture of the two sexiest biatches on the island.
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