Identities or, the hard work of being yourself.

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As children, our tastes are limited to what our parents tell us, red is pretty, you look better with a dress, blue doesn't suit you. When we grow up we start to have a little freedom, we express what we like and what is no longer our type, we start to go out with more people, now we have friends, my friend Roberto likes pizza, Sofia doesn't like fish, Agustín says that the best racing video game is Gran Turismo 6, Clara believes that Morat is the best band of all, but Alejandra tells her that Imagine Dragons is a thousand times better, I lean more toward Sofía's opinion, but I think the Cuarteto de Nos sounds better, sometimes I wonder what made Clara think that Morat is one of the best bands and why I don't think the same, or why Akemy says that the best music is salsa, although I agree which is because it is his family's favorite music, whenever you pass by his house they have "Rebelión" at full volume while his father dances like a professional on the dance floor along with his mother, who seems to forget that she is already over forty years old. To be honest, I don't know the reasons that led me to prefer lasagna over pizza, the color yellow over green, and butterflies over hummingbirds. I guess it's a little bit of everything.

As children we only limit ourselves to understanding what our parents prefer to make them like us, as young people we analyze what we really like and when we grow up we continue to form our tastes, moreover, our way of having almost always been formed from the beginning, it does not mean that cannot change, but it is really what identifies us since we were little, it's our identity.