My Personal Identity Analysis

When I was born I was a blank sheet of paper. My being pure, but devoid of identity. Every breath inhaled, and every scene observed began to delineate my portrait. Still young, I spattered glitter glue and fluorescent colored marker onto my visage, but as I formed into a societal product the glimmer was obscured from view.

The community I reside in determines my hobbies, my interests, my fashion, and my personality. I nearly cannot remember who I was before society told me what to be. Culture shapes who you are; hiding the toxins and exposing a path to conformity. It is easy to see each other as diverse, but in a like society, we are the same. We wake up at the same time, we get dressed in the same clothes, we drink the same coffee, and go

to the same bionical jobs, or school of gray tones. In such an indistinguishable setting, how can I be unique in a world where people portray the same vignette? It may mean that I am viewed as an outlier, or atypical to the ones around me. I may stray into unknown territory, or be forced to dig deep into myself, but I will rediscover the girl made of glitter glue. I will not let myself be swept away in a current of gray suits, and black ties.
Honest passion is a rare entity, but I have found it in what I define myself as.

I dedicate myself to the things in life I love; I give my body and soul. I am the clothes I wear, the way I speak, the way I play sports, and the people I surround myself with. When I dress myself, it is an expression of my personality, and how I perceive the upcoming day to be. I dress with a modest flare; a muted statement of daring intellect. However, when I step onto the field, my persona shifts from a highbrow intellectual to an animal hell-bent on stopping anything from entering the cage behind me. My teammates look to me as their leader, and rely on me to help them win. I leave all worries: tests, drama, and stress, outside the turf. From the second I step on, to the second I walk back onto the concrete, my focus is field hockey. I realize my entire existence cannot be limited to field hockey and academics, so I expand my interest to friends. I surround myself with people whom I love. Each person I befriend, I aspire to become more like, or incorporate some attribute into my own life. They people in my life make me a better person to myself, and a better person to others, aside from societal impulses. They make my days brighter, and laughs

louder.
The person I am does not depend on those who seek to change me, or a society set on morphing me into a mannequin. I am one with obscure passion, and persistence determination. I have survived hurricanes of sadness, and strokes of tragedy, yet I still maintain a true identity. I will not succeed myself from who I know myself to be, and what I know I can accomplish in the future. As glitter glue may fade, new media take shape on my collaged skin. Everyday passes and paint is splattered on, or scrubbed off, but I never lose sight of myself. I know I am by the girl in the mirror. She looks back at me with eyes of ambition, a smile like pride, and a gaze as sturdy as the feet she stands upon.