Personal Narrative: Impostor Syndrome

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During the summer of 2015, at the Chicago Google office—to my utter embarrassment—I began to cry. I was surrounded by a group of girls who were actresses, social media interns, star-athletes, club presidents, and some who had been on every single continent. The farthest I have ever traveled was Arkansas. This made me feel out of place, to say the least, and so I found myself facing a severe case of “impostor syndrome”. As I stood there, with tears streaked down my face, I began to take stock of my life. I am a lower-class girl, with money issues, and father-issues, and I am usually described as timid, and shy. So, I began to wonder why I was there. It took me a while, but I finally realized that each individual on this planet is different