She looked everywhere, all she could see was people dressed all fancy. And then there was her. Everyone was wearing jeans and crop tops. She was there in a t-shirt and track pants. Everyone’s face was covered with a mask of makeup. She was showing her true self. Everyone was a copy of the other. They all looked the same. She was the only one different, the only one brave. Brave enough to be different from the rest. She thought to herself, “Why fit in when you were born to stand out?”.