Do you ever wonder who you are and why you can’t be like someone else? Why you can’t do cat eyes like Sharon or you can’t bake cookies like Karen or why your kids don’t behave like Mary’s or why your butt isn’t as big as Becky’s?
And then, you begin to think about yourself and the things you do.
I mean, I do!
I get angry:
I was standing at the sink, attempting to peel them. My children were being especially loud and I was getting extremely frustrated by my eggs and their inability to be peeled properly.
Yes, I blame the eggs.
I ended up getting so frustrated that I squeezed the crap out of about 4 hard-boiled eggs. I destroyed them. They were completely obliterated. I, however, felt much better afterward.
It was a small price to pay and I’m glad the eggs paid it!
I stress eat:
I can grab a pack of my kid’s fruit snacks, open them while hiding behind the pantry door and chipmunk them.
You know there are only like six in a pack any way!
All while telling my kids that they can’t have anything to eat until dinner.
I also tend to walk by my baking cabinet and grab a handful of mini semi-sweet chocolate chips to shove in my mouth, a few times a night.
I know I’m not the only one.
I laugh at farts, because they are funny as hell.
I laugh at my own jokes, because I think I am funny as hell. Although sometimes, I might laugh too hard.
I laugh, because laughing feels good and sometimes, I laugh until it hurts. Sometimes, when I laugh, I snort and other times, I get winded and wheeze like a 90-year-old that has been smoking 9 packs a day for 75 years.
I cry, because it hurts. My body, my mind, the stressors in my life, they all hurt.
Sometimes, I mask my crying by putting on a movie with a sad part or by putting my hand up over my face, so my kids can’t see. They probably still know, but I hide it anyway.
Sometimes, I cry out loud, because the hurt is just to hard to hide and it needs to be put out it to the world.
There are also times that I cry, because I am so extremely happy that tears well up in my eyes.
I think I’m cool:
I’m probably a lot cooler in my own mind than I really am, but that’s okay.
I’ll do the cabbage patch in public.
I have a wickedly cool tattooed sleeve on my arm.
My head is basically shaved.
I’ve been wearing the same eyebrow piercing since I was 18 and I still do my eyeliner the same way I did it in high school.
I sing really loud in the car and I don’t care who hears me. Lady Gaga and P!nk, I love those bitches!
Okay, okay, I’ll get to the point. We are living in a world that is trying to sell you things that will turn you into someone else! In a world of people who are trying to be the next Kardashians or the next Rhiannas or the next Beyonces, why can’t you just be yourself? Being yourself is okay and seriously, there will never be another person quite like you.
So, rock that color that no one wants to wear, dance the dance that no one but you dances and sing the song that your heart sings, because being yourself is okay and it is the coolest thing!