Alex sat alone on a wooden bench, watching the world go by. They had blue glasses clashed with the muted tones of the city, a deliberate choice that made them stand out. "Why blend in when you can shine?" Alex often mused, embracing the curious looks from passersby.

Jenna, the leader of the group, finally approached Alex. "Hey, nice glasses" she commented, her tone a mix of admiration and mockery. "Thanks, it's my favorite," Alex replied, meeting Jenna's gaze with unwavering confidence. "Most people wouldn't have the guts to wear something like that," Jenna continued. "Most people aren't me," Alex smiled.

Alex thought about the countless times they had felt pressured to conform. The whispers, the stares—none of it mattered anymore. "I've spent too long trying to fit in," Alex mused, "but I feel free when I am true to myself."

Marcus, a fellow park-goer, approaches Alex with a smile. "I saw you earlier and just wanted to say, your confidence is inspiring," he said. "Thank you," Alex replied, genuine warmth in their eyes. "I wish more people would just be themselves," Marcus added, nodding in appreciation.

Alex walked away with a renewed sense of purpose, their heart light and steps confident. "Being me is the best thing I can be," they whispered to themself, feeling a profound connection with the world around them.