>>23614446I’d like to introduce myself again. My name is Rachel. I’m 28 years old, and my favorite color is a tough question to answer. Who am I? Too many things to pin down to one defining trait. I truly believe my neurodivergence makes it harder to pinpoint exactly who “Rachel” is. I like converse shoes. I’ve loved fashion always.
When I’m with my family and the couple of friends I have, I’m just me=Rachel. But when I’m in the entertainment world, my alter ego has to take over. It’s the only way I can protect my sanity: by completely detaching. Let me be clear=I have an alter ego, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take responsibility for my actions. I will, and I actually enjoy doing so.
You reach a point where you’re just tired of being tired— of keeping up with your own lies, believing them to cope, the exaggerations, the bullshit. You have to strip it all away and be real. I haven’t identified with that version of myself in a long time. Now, I live every day stepping into my truth.
Do I have connections in the entertainment industry? Yes. and I made them myself because I’ve always yearned to learn more.
Do I come from money? In a way, yes. Am I rich? No.
Do I have a ton of friends? Maybe a handful, if that.
Can I afford designer? No.
Do I get giddy and joyous thinking about grabbing cheap box candy like Milk Duds and Charleston Chews from Walgreens to watch a bootleg movie at home? Absolutely.
Will I give you the coat off my back? Yes.
Will I be blunt and honest, even if I know it might cost me the relationship? Yes.
Have I always been weird and different? Yup.
Am I overweight? Yeah, that’s pretty obvious.
Was I trying to impress people with designer candles? No. Did I pay for those luxury candles? No.
