“Hi. My name is Shavita Persaud. I am eighteen-years old. I am Guyanese-American. I like the color pink”, is what I normally say when I have to introduce myself, or in other words, describe who I am. But that’s not just who I am. I honestly don’t know who I am. Does anyone at this age? I feel like everywhere I go, I am asked to answer the same question or a variation of, “What would you say describes you?” I go to school and I am asked to write a blog about myself. I go to apply for a job and the first thing I am asked at the interview is to describe myself. Try to make new friends and I am required to say something that describes me. I don’t know who I am, so I keep it vague.
Although I may not know who I am, I do know this. I am a daughter, granddaughter, niece, best friend and friend. I am honest and hate liars. I am a perfectionist and I am competitive. I am extremely sweet. I am funny. I care too much about the people close to me. I am a fighter. I am not weak. I am on a journey to find me and what makes me happy.
So, does that describe me?
