Smallness Wears Red Hoodies

Smallness is an idea I've been toying with for quite awhile. It's a phenomenon I feel we've all fallen prey to, at some point or another, subconsciously making ourselves palatable. Digestible. Diluting who we are into the person we believe we ought to be. It's all about conformity, really, and self-doubt. This is a post I've been trying to write for a long time, but it's hard. Insecurities and smallness are vulnerable things to talk about. Every time I drafted this, I was just scratching the surface of what I wanted to talk about. I was writing my truth, but that truth had a whole heck of a lot of armor on. It was never authentic enough, or raw. But these are raw topics and I wanted to write them that way. So here we are. I'm giving it another shot. A few nights ago, I pulled last-year's bullet journal out of my bottom drawer and started to read, just for the hell of it. It can be interesting to rediscover who you were a year ago. Parts of the jou...