Everyone, if given the chance, would somehow want to change a part of their lives. There are times that we get opportunities to start anew, opportunities we take to introduce ourselves as different people with different identities. Our identity can also be considered as a mask. We wear different masks when at home, in school, and when we go through different stages in our lives. In college, most people strive to crawl under a new mask; even I, am guilty of this. We want to change the way people perceive us in this new environment. We want to show them another version of who we are. I believe there is a reason for that. I believe our childhood is the foundation of who we ought to be. When I was younger, I did not care about how other people would think about me. I brought that identity up for the whole of my childhood. I just did what I should do as a child to play, laugh, and a lot more. Recently in class, we discussed and shared things about our childhood. Nove, during our group sharing, told us about how wonderful her childhood was. Living in their province with her 8 siblings, she expressed how she would love to reminisce her childhood. I believe this took a great part to mold her character and identity. As she was telling us her vivid memories with that significant smile on her face, I could see that she grew in stature based on what she learned during her younger days. During those childhood days, we earn this big amount of confidence in ourselves. We tend to build either a hyper energetic confident mask or the opposite. As I grew older, these strong guts I had as a child slowly faded. A new mask is born. I began to have wounds in my ego. I can recall a question answered in the class hot seat, If you would rate yourself beautiful from 1 to 10, how beautiful are you?. Cassy who was in the hot seat, answered 2. I believe Cassy has her own insecurities which made her say 2. I can remember her saying, Im not that pretty, which I ca