A young girl growing up trying to find herself and be comfortable in her own skin is told that she needs to mask herself to really be acceptable. No, I’m not talking about a cloth mask that we all are familiar with as of late. I’m talking about being masked to hide who we really are because society has told us that we aren’t worthy without it. The mask I speak of is something that most women may not even realize that they have succumbed to. Women everywhere have adopted this mask to hide the very thing underneath that they have come to believe is too hideous to share. I will recount my own personal story and how I, later on, came to understand this mask to be a disguise of an underlying dissatisfaction. I was a beautiful, teenage girl and my mother told me one day that I shouldn’t be going out of the house anymore like that. How could the world even bear having to look at me unmasked any longer. Surely, no boy would even give me the time of day without this mask on. And just what was wrong with me that I didn’t want to mask up. I couldn't possibly think that I could remain unmasked forever.
So, I did what any young teenage girl does, I donned the mask.
