As much as I keep fictional stories for myself, nonfictional stories are often given to life. I've learned that experiences in life are like scars and that while they are often ugly in their own right, they all can speak in your favor.
I may not be any original saying this, but I was that outcast in middle and high school. Constantly I was ostracized by my peers for being outlandish. I never viewed myself as different, never really wanted to be. I just wanted to exist, so finding a suitable circle of friends wasn't difficult. We always spoke of our futures and what we aimed for in the long-run. It's amazing how such beautiful stories are wrought from simple discussion.
Autobiographical non-fiction is pretty much just that! Writers delve into their experiences and share them with us in all their raw and sugar-free splendor. Something I prefer, actually, is to tell it like it is. Some of their stories are very similar to what I'd ask someone or myself such as: "What would it be like to be a woman?" or "Where can I find out about problems I've had my whole life that I've only recently discovered?" These writers and artists set out to ask these very same questions and then answer them in their own way while leaving you with enough room to put yourself in their position, especially if you are coming from the same beginning i.e. Blankets.
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