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I never wanted to conform, but I knew that I absolutely had to fit in. So I wore the same colors as they did, the same make-up as they did. I pulled my hair back so tightly that my follicles screamed in pain, and my forehead shone like an unwanted half-moon. I wear black-rimmed glasses. Carried the same red leatherbound book. And ultimately, I was accepted.
I was part of their family now. “Family.” Pssh. Cult was more like it. But I loved it.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 04.05.2019
I didn’t want to conform to their beliefs. Why couldn’t I just be me and not the person they think I am? I don’t want this to be my life, it’s someone else’s.
By Justin on 04.05.2019
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