St. Cecilia Roses.
My dad named me. I don’t like “Cecilia” too much. It’s proper, delicate - it doesn’t fit me at all. Even the flowers look like they would wilt with a mere graze of my fingertips. They’re so weak. Someone the other day told me that it fit me a lot better than Cece and that I was just like a Cecilia. It made me laugh because I realized he was trying to give me a compliment, but in reality, all I got from the conversation was that he didn’t know me at all. Maybe he saw a side that he wanted to see. Or maybe I acted a certain way so that he would think I was a “Cecilia” kind of person.
So is it me showing people only a part of me? Or are others’ perceptions warped and changed based on what they want to see?