I find it interesting that my entire life I feel like I have been struggling to be regular.
I always tried to fit into a "do not stand out", "look like everyone else", and "do not be different" world. I struggled to be a regular sized person, with a regular house, driving a regular car, with 2 regular children. Every day I did not measure up (which was just about every day) I felt bad about me.
Now… I have the nerve (or finally and more accurately do not care what other people think) to do and be the Cheryl I should have been all of my life.
So for those that have a need to feel sorry for me, DON’T this freedom is almost worth the disease
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