Persona
I think therefore, I am a persona.
At an early age I learned that I need a persona to survive. That began in the way that it never was meant to be as of others, as not the beginning of how it was.
It is not me behind the mask as I am my true self when I am wearing the mask. It is a feeling of freedom that I have never felt before. Free from the restraints set on me. Free from expectation. Free from how I view myself. Free from being marginalized. This is the true me and who I am is my persona.
That could be the reason I find fashion very expressive. It is a way I can express myself.
As an immigrant I feel obligated to hold up to standards set for me by my parents. There are expectations that hold me back from exploring life. For the real reason of beginning of the end, it is my mastery of myself, a mastery of my persona.
I wonder if that is me any more or just another persona.
Self Portrait #1