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?