Something I’ve been dealing with lately and have dealt with in the past is not feeling like I am good enough or as if I’m beneath other people. This is something I’m working on. I live in the Dallas area where fake boobs, lashes, Lulu Lemon, and perfectly primped hair is “the look.” And let me say, before anyone gets all catty towards me, that I am fully supportive of what any person wants to do with their body. If you want all those things, then you shouldn’t let anyone stop you from having those things. Hell, I wouldn’t mind a boob job someday. My point is that, just because people don’t look or wear what you think is acceptable does not mean that they are any less of a person than you are.
I have big, curly hair and a bunch of tattoos. I don’t get eyelash extensions. My eyebrows aren’t micro-bladed. My boobs are the size of swollen mosquito bites. I usually get my leggings from Forever 21 or Target. I’ll choose combat boots over flip flops any day. I can’t remember the last time I got my nails done. Before I moved to this area, I was content about my style and my physical presence. I felt so comfortable in my own skin because it wasn’t as “frowned upon.” But now, living in a city where I am not what the norm is, can be a bit overwhelming at times. Constantly feeling like you’re being judged everywhere you go is not a good feeling.
BUT. And that’s a big but(t).
That mindset sucks. I am who I am, and I love who I am. I truly do. I love my style, my hair, my tattoos, my inexpensive clothes, my piercings. Everything! The people who don’t necessarily love my style, shouldn’t matter. They choose how they want to look and I choose how I want to look. It’s as simple as that. No one should make you feel inferior because they look at you with their nose turned up. If they do, then that means they have some shit they need to work out on their own.
Fitting in is so 2005. I don’t want to state the cheesy, “standing out is better than fitting in” saying, but… it is. Not being like the rest and not giving a damn is really good for your soul. And it’s honestly good for the people who look at you like you’re a circus freak. It’s a reminder to them that there are other types of people out there in the world who exist and matter. Walk in every room with confidence. And if you’re still not confident, then fake it until you are.
Be yourself. Love yourself. Let your freak flag fly.