# @thekoreanvegan on Instagram

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- **Original URL:** https://www.instagram.com/p/DQufRtTEqWP
- **Gondola URL:** https://gondola.cc/posts/36692553-thekoreanvegan-instagram
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- **Posted:** 2025-11-06T19:15:22.000+00:00
- **Account Owner:** Joanne L. Molinaro, The Korean Vegan (@thekoreanvegan) — https://gondola.cc/thekoreanvegan

## Caption

“Are you going to use any of these strawberries?”

He asked for strawberries for his breakfast toast, so I bought 3 pints of beautiful, brilliant, ruby red strawberries from the farmers market. But as I am prone to do, I over-delivered.

When I was at the Firm, I walked into the office believing, every single day, it would be my last. Because it was inevitable, surely, that everyone would eventually figure out I didn’t belong there. My LSAT score had been a fluke, my GPA a function of Korean-immigrant-guerilla-style studying and all-nighters, my personal statement about kindergarten and kimbap a clever diversion from the cookie-cutter “I want to be a lawyer because [insert]” essays that piled together into oblivion; and thus, my admission to my dream law school was similarly illegitimate. 

I never belonged at UChicago, and therefore, I couldn’t belong to the class of summer associates that interned at one of the largest law firms in the world. When I received my full-time offer, I instantly reasoned it was because I’d tricked the recruiting committee into falling in love with my personality by saying “yes” and “thank you” to everything, smiling at just the right moment, pleasing everyone the way my mother taught me. It couldn’t possibly be because I deserved an offer.

And thus, my career at the Firm was just one long, dizzying, exhausting charade—the maintenance of the largest scam I’d ever pulled off in my life.

Until I met Anthony.

Now, every single day is a struggle to prove to him that I deserve his love. I deserve to be his wife. I deserve to have the joy he continues to bring me each morning.

Correction: every single day is a struggle to prove to ME that I deserve him.

And thus, I pick up 3 pints of strawberries. And then use the leftovers to make this strawberry chantilly cream galette.

#mynotes #writing #impostersyndrome

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