“And in the meantime, enjoy every version of yourself you ever meet, because not everybody who discovers their true identity likes what they find.”
I read the above quote in The Book Smugglers’ review of Antony John’s YA novel Five Flavors of Dumb and instantly knew I would be reading this book.
You see, and I’m sure I’ve said this before, but I firmly believe one of the hardest things we will ever do in life is to accept ourselves for who we are…. warts and all.
That doesn’t mean trying to define ourselves by how others see us or by what we’re not in comparison to those around us.
Instead, it’s about trying to understand yourself. To learn what makes you, well, you.
It’s difficult and challenging, but, in the end, all the more empowering.
Because, as easy as it is to accept the things you think are great about yourself, it’s harder and therefore the more rewarding to acknowledge what you don’t like.
For me, I know that for all I am Teh Awesome ;), I am also a moody, controlling, opinionated, impatient bitch, who tends to wallow in her depression and chronic illness.
There’s no question I dislike, even despise, these aspects of myself at times.
They’re a part of me, though.
Yes, parts I struggle with, sometimes complete with lion(ess)-taming paraphernalia in hand.
Yes, parts at my darkest moments I wish I weren’t.
Yes, parts I even want to change.
But would I really if I got the chance?
No. I wouldn’t.
As sure as I am that I’ll never, EVER be someone who looks in the mirror and tells themselves ‘I love you’, blah, blah, I know I’m actually pretty okay.
I like me.
Even more, I like the journey I’ve had and am still undertaking to get to this person. This Kris.
I guess where I’m going with this is, at this time of dreaded holiday season overwhelmingness, try not to be afraid of who you are.
Take courage and accept those things about you which make you special, make you ‘different’. No matter how bad they might seem right now.
Fucking boring as bat shit.
Those who dared:
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