Advikaa Anand is a Trinity sophomore and an opinion managing editor of The Chronicle's 119th volume.
I realized that while I felt I was being polite, I was actually apologizing for the kindness people showed me instead of appreciating it.
The little voice in my head, engendered by years of wanting to be a lighter version of myself, still screams in repulsion when I spot a hint of hyperpigmentation on my skin.
When we try to slip back into these previous patterns of existence, we jut out like misfitting puzzle pieces. Our lives are split into two halves, and somewhere along the way, there emerges two of us.
Instead of perceiving crying as a weapon against our ego, we must conceptualize it as a vehicle of vulnerability, one that allows us to form stronger connections with others by revealing an emblem of our shared humanity.
Our conceptions of small towns ooze through filters percolating for idealism, signaling a place so untouched by external corruption that we always wish to return.