Confession

A word that's always resonated with me is "authentic." Not necessarily because I long to be authentic, but because it's been an honest way to describe me for many years. The truth is I cannot tell you how many times I want to Ctr + A and delete. Select all this blog and watch it disappear into the cyber-ether. I have moments every single day where I ache to be something more, more beautiful like my sister, much cooler than I am, more polished than I am. I find it difficult to function with even a speck of counterfeit in my life. Sometimes that means I open my blog, notice the font feels wrong, and shut my laptop with an exaggerated "ugh" and feel like a fake.

I ache for you, you reader who has copied and pasted word for word my thoughts and passed them off as your own. I know you thought I wouldn't find you, that the blogosphere is far too wide a field for me to possibly come across your blog. But I implore you to credit me and remove MY words, my authentic observations.

Faker.