Eight years ago, I was so sure of who I was and what I wanted to be. I was proud of being outspoken and blunt, loud, and unapologetic. I wanted to be special, or at least interesting. — I refused to take any interest in make-up, wore baggy clothes, and a “don’t care” attitude. I labelled myself as “weird,” adventurous,” and “blunt,” all in an attempt to create some sort of identity for myself. When I finally realized the labels I’ve claimed for most of my life didn’t…