I spent the last year of my life fighting myself for something that I thought that I wanted - and something that I thought was receptive of me. I allowed myself to hate everything around me because I felt that it all had an active hand in my demise and shortcomings. I starved myself and stuffed myself. I disputed the mirrors in front of me; swearing that the person looking back was not myself but the shell that I was encased in. I told myself that there was potential to be this person that everyone was looking for and that my current self was just the wall I had to climb before I could unleash the individual within. I was wrong.