Just her
In a world where there are opinions constantly being thrown at us, it gets increasingly difficult to enjoy who we really are. There is always room to be a little of something that we are not. How many times has someone around you told you how you can be a little thinner, a little fatter, a little taller, or even lighter? How many times have we dived into the internet to search for solutions and ideas to get our stomachs to the right size, or to achieve a standard of pretty that society has thrown on us?
Perhaps it is about your significant other… he can be a little richer, or perhaps should be a little older than you. Probably he should have been from a different community or a different person altogether. It could be your religious belief or your lifestyle. It could be anything. Just before you listen to them, PAUSE and take a deep breath.
ACCEPTANCE is key. It is a new (not really) word that I am beginning to incorporate into my journey and my life in general.
ACCEPTANCE is being okay and content with who I am… I always wanted to be a boy, for some reason it seemed so cool. So I tried everything that I thought would draw me nearer to being a boy. The shaggy hair, baggy pants you name it. Unfortunately nothing worked <insert sad face> so here I am Just me. This means that I work with being a girl, and be content with being female, to achieve the goals I set for myself.
ACCEPTANCE is capitalizing on my strengths and working on my weaknesses I am very tactile and emotional, something that I am quite nervous about. It works both ways as strength and also the tool to my downfall as it were. I am slowly learning to embrace it as part of my journey and seeking to use my emotional self to reach out to others.
Acceptance is embracing my curves… and flaws… learning that my features serve to enhance the person that I already am and I am becoming. That flaws are special reminders of my journey, where I have been and perhaps where I am headed. They serve as the diversity in all this mix, and that I don’t have to ascribe to anybody’s school of thought if I don’t want to.
Acceptance is being proud of my weirdity... (is this even a word?). Proud that I get to have the perspectives that I have, proud that I have the exposure that I have. Proud to ascribe to my lifestyle however radical it may be. Just proud to be me.
Acceptance is loving B…. loving him just the way he is, loving him to the best of my knowledge and in a way he understands. Loving him in the way we choose…. Focusing on the future ahead rather than the side shows and distractions… refusing to let go in hard times and definitely enjoying the good times we have. Just loving B.
What is the one thing you have had to accept to enjoy being you?
Love and love
Nyake.