I have always been a little bit of a hippie at heart and for many years I believed that I
was weird. Well, in fact so many people called me weird that no wonder I began to
believe it. The trouble was I thought weird was a negative thing and therefore began to
change who I really was for fear of people judging me. I stopped being my own authentic
self (which by the way I was later told was much more beautiful than the masks that I
was wearing) and as a result I continued to change like a chameleon depending on what
environment I was in.
This steered me further away from ‘me’ and as a result I began to feel unsafe in the
world, anxious
and depressed. It was only later on that I actually realised that weird is
ridiculously wonderful (I may still doubt that from time to time but I have wonderful
people reminding me) and who I am (whether it be weird or not) is much more beautiful
than the person I pretended to be. Now I embrace my weird are you prepared to as well?