In my country, pretending is like tradition or a life style...don'know how to name it.
For example, someone visits another family. This person can be served a dish he hates most. He'll eat it telling his host the food is his favorite meal.
When I was in highschool, I went to visit a friend's house. It was my elder sister's friend's house. They had u.countex red plum trees. My sister's friend had a younger sister of my age. The young one made a red plum jam and they served us tea and bread with it. I bite the sandwich and hated it. I put it back on the table and refused to eat it. My sisyer's friend asked me; "Why don't you eat?"
"It doesn't taste good."
I said. The big girl sytarted laughing at my boldness. She told me who made it and begged me to eat a piece at least. I refused. That made my sister and her friend laugh more and more.
I live without pretending.
Everywhere I go, I dress what I likr. I eat what I need. I speak what I feel. I talk to people I feel comfortable to be with. I go to placez I can enjoy. I aattend meetings where I can learn something new.
As I don't plan to hurt others, I can't stand it when people stand on my way. I never do things to please others out of my way.
Life is short. Nomatter what people think about me, I enjoy life the way I live. I laugh out loud most of the hours everday. I see life like a live show. From mornig to evening, I can write a lot of drama script. Things which annoys others can make me smile. Sometimes, I can be mad at things which can make others smile.
I love myself the way I do.