Who Am I?

Who am I? In a short thought.

Who am I?

Or, more importantly, why do I need to ask you?

Is it my fragile self-esteem that forces me to derive an identity from society wants from me?

Is it my insecurity over everything -- my appearance, my personality, my future?

Is it the guilt from having to put on a mask even with myself to feel alright?

Is it the neglect my conscience gets when I do what's expected of me by other people?

More importantly, does this dress make me look fat?