In the days of my middle school ignorance, I tried to fit into several select groups; all of them resulting in awkward phases that I now laugh about. But now that I've matured, I can step back and appreciate the individuality of certain people. One doesn't need to "fit in" with a group to have friends; if I had realized this in my younger years, it would have saved many an insecure moment.
Today, I neither call myself a hipster nor a white girl; despite the fact that I enjoy passing time in a coffee house, while posting a picture of my latte on Instagram with hashtags. There's certainly enough youth out there who struggle with where their identity lies; the pressure of fitting to a stereotype hinders from the important things in life.
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