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People love to say they “know” me. Most people don’t even know themselves, so how exactly are you qualified to know me? Let’s be serious for a second. I know myself most days. But I don’t even know myself all the way.

Some days I wake up soft and spiritual, drinking lemon water like I’m rebranding my soul. Other days I wake up like: “Who is this woman eating leftover chicken at 9 AM and arguing with imaginary people in the shower?”

So if I am the CEO of My Own Soul and even I’m confused 40% of the time…HOW do you think you cracked the code? You didn’t. You saw one of my personalities clock in that day and thought it was the whole staff. Everybody thinks they’ve met “the real Shar,” but let me tell you: I am a multi level personality package. A limited edition. A mystery box with no return policy. The version you get depends entirely on the situation.

Call me for something official and suddenly my whole soul becomes customer service certified. Soft voice, perfect tone:

“Hello yes, this is Sharon speaking,”

while my real personality is in the background throwing side eye, and a few minutes earlier I was in the kitchen yelling:

“WHO ATE MY SNACKS? BECAUSE NOW I’M DONE WITH EVERYBODY.”

Go to school with me for a parent teacher meeting? I’m polite, articulate, nodding like a responsible adult. The teacher walks away thinking: “Wow, what a calm, well spoken woman.”Meanwhile my family is at home like: “Calm WHERE? She just cussed us out in three different tones.”

People online think they know me because they see what I choose to show.

A vibe.

A mood.

A moment.

Not the whole documentary. You see the aesthetic. You don’t see the part where I argue with myself for 20 minutes about whether I have energy to be social today. You see the confidence not the internal monologue that sounds like seven different roommates arguing about life decisions.

Ask a man I dated who I am…and suddenly he turns into DMX like he’s about to start barking on beat:

“There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia, Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia, Theresa, Monica, Sharon, Nicki, Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky.”

My presence has weather patterns. I’m not proud of it, but I’m also not denying it. Clear skies when I’m good. Thunderstorm when I’m irritated. Hurricane Sharon when someone touches my snacks.

SO WHO AM I REALLY? Honestly?

I am ALL of it.

All the versions.

All the moods.

All the voices.

All the evolutions.

I’m the girl who can pray in the morning, cuss by lunch, cry at 3 PM, look cute by 5 PM, and give life advice at 8 PM like nothing happened.

Everyone has a version of me in their head. None of them are wrong but none of them are complete either.

So next time someone says , “I know you,”

“ I’ll smile softly and think:

“You saw the energy I offered that day , not the whole universe within me.”

Love Shar.