I just realized that I am not over My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult.
The story moved me; that is sort of a given thing but there is one more thing that I kept thinking about.
The character Julia in the book was portrayed as bold, independent and strong.
I sometimes wonder what happened to me. I used to not care about what people say about me. The short-cropped hair did nothing to ease the talking, so were the t-shirts and pants. The only time I would wear a baju kurung was on the first say of raya, for the first half of the day. That was it. On any other day, I would eat, act and behave like a boy. Back then, I was in control. I decided on the who, where, how, why and when.
Who I am right now is nothing like who I was back then. I care about what people say about me. I tried several times to be who I wanted to be but more often that not, was given ‘the look' for not conforming that I stopped trying and sink in society’s standards. The standard that sucks, by the way. It defines society – maybe, but it’s doing a lot of harm to individuality.
Maybe this is how split-personality started.
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