Once upon a time I worried about what people thought. I worried about if they’d like what I was wearing, if I looked silly, or if the things I enjoyed weren’t “cool.” But it didn’t last particularly long, those worrisome spells, because I simply couldn’t mold myself to fit within the confines that others did.
Boxes didn’t work for me, and I made myself sick – in the short time I tried to care – trying to figure out what I was “supposed to” do, and “supposed to” be. Based on someone else’s definition, by the way. I was like a dodecahedron trying to fit into a triangular shape – I had so many facets, I’d make a gemologist spin, and the “mold” simply didn’t work.
I feel like that was fortunate for me, though. . .because I learned to just do my thing and be, unabashedly, my curiously off-beat self. It’s so much easier when you don’t have to squeeze yourself in to other shapes. It’s SO much easier being authentic than having to remember the details of the “lie” that you pretend to live.
The world doesn’t need more conformists…it needs the beautiful variety that all of us bring to life. It’s not only okay to be you, it’s what you, and everyone else deserves. If someone takes issue, that’s okay – that’s for them to worry about.
Do your thing, and be ridiculous if you want to. Even if it means wearing obnoxiously-printed leggings, leg warmers a la 1982, and Thundercat shoes at age 38.
Happiness is the heart of the beholder. ❤