Acceptance
Lately, it's felt really important to me to focus on acceptance. In a world where there are so many different types of people, all of whom are just trying to figure out where they fit in. And these days, finding a voice to say, "This is my square peg and I am not fitting in that round hole."
I was born in an era where I was straight out not accepted, simply because my parents were not of the same race. And ever since then, I have not felt accepted for a variety of other reasons. For being too energetic, too enthusiastic, too tom-boyish, too whatever. And I'm over it.
For the large part, I feel like I've expressed myself more freely and known who I am more than most people. But still, there are places where it bothers me that I don't fit in. Recently I realised that my own family were perhaps the ones that teased me the most when I was young and still make me feel like I am different from everyone else. As we get older, we get to choose our families. Don't get me wrong, my family love me. But loving and accepting are two different things.
So hell yeah to the people who wear something different, who do something different. Why should I wear clothes that make YOU feel comfortable? Surely it should be about what I want to wear? Why should I tame my energy so that you can handle it? Surely great things were not achieved by people who just want to chill? Why should I not be enthusiastic and excited about this wonderful life that I live because your view of what is possible is different?
And I am just as guilty for judging. And I am catching myself out any time that I am not encouraging someone to be them and to embrace loving what they do.
I was born in an era where I was straight out not accepted, simply because my parents were not of the same race. And ever since then, I have not felt accepted for a variety of other reasons. For being too energetic, too enthusiastic, too tom-boyish, too whatever. And I'm over it.
For the large part, I feel like I've expressed myself more freely and known who I am more than most people. But still, there are places where it bothers me that I don't fit in. Recently I realised that my own family were perhaps the ones that teased me the most when I was young and still make me feel like I am different from everyone else. As we get older, we get to choose our families. Don't get me wrong, my family love me. But loving and accepting are two different things.
So hell yeah to the people who wear something different, who do something different. Why should I wear clothes that make YOU feel comfortable? Surely it should be about what I want to wear? Why should I tame my energy so that you can handle it? Surely great things were not achieved by people who just want to chill? Why should I not be enthusiastic and excited about this wonderful life that I live because your view of what is possible is different?
And I am just as guilty for judging. And I am catching myself out any time that I am not encouraging someone to be them and to embrace loving what they do.