Gemotions

The university’s admissions website, the source of her triumph, had become her tormentor. The essay, her personal statement, was now a shining example. But it was a house of cards. She'd woven a touching narrative about her passion for social justice, conveniently omitting her privileged background.

She sat hunched over her laptop, fingers clenching. Every time she saw the essay, a tightness constricting her throat. She had gotten into her dream school, but at what cost?

Now, everywhere she went, she felt like an imposter. The weight of the dishonesty was crushing, heavy and suffocating. She couldn’t shake the feeling she was living a lie.