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Crosswind Chronicles's avatar

‘What looked like confidence was really just camouflage.’ That line landed. I remember those years when the outfit looked sharp but the bank app made me flinch. Feels good to finally trade labels for actual stability.

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The Last Original Movement's avatar

This hit close. I remember standing in the OR once, wearing the sterile coat, the mask, the gloves, looking like control itself. But inside? Doubt, exhaustion, sometimes even fear. The costume was different than a designer belt, but the silence underneath felt the same.

Your story makes me wonder how often we mistake “fitting the part” for actually being alive. The outfits, the roles, the performances, they buy us a few seconds of validation, but leave us hollow once we’re alone.

Maybe the deeper question isn’t what we buy or wear, but what silence we’re covering up when we do. And if that’s true, how many of us are walking through life in costumes we’ll never dare to take off?

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