March 22, 2010
The Places of Identity
My early teenage years, from about twelve to fifteen, were characterized by a growing dissatisfaction that cut deep into my being. Who was I? What was my place in this world? The caterpillar's ontological question to Alice, "Whooo are you?" just resonated to the edge of my skin. Walking down hallways, going to classes, even being with the people closest to me, did not answer these palpitating questions. I knew I was feeling tugged somewhere, but what does that tug look like for a fifteen-year-old female? How does one convince their parents of such a tugging? How does one even articulate such a tugging?