The Way You Really Are

September: On Friendship and ConnectionSeptember 5Maybe it’s that your memory has altered and obscured the events of your past, trimmed the edges or punched holes through the middles to fit the shape of the puzzle you’re placing them into. That’s likely it. Not a bad thing. We all do it. It’s how we grow and get by. But what if someone saw the real truth of you? Saw through those lies you tell yourself that are really truths, but only to you? And what if they loved you for all of those truths and half truths and lies nonetheless? Could you drop it all, shedding it from your shoulders like a cloak and sit naked and vulnerable before them while they painted you—the real you?Who would that person be?What would that painting look like?Reflection title: The Way You Really AreCreative inspiration: XenogearsReflection question: Who could paint me the way I really am? What would that painting look like? Do I even know what the real me looks like?