Who are you?
If someone was to ask you who you were what would you say?
Would you identify yourself with your flaws?
Would you identify yourself with the size pants you wear?
“I am _______.”
How would you fill that?
The world has told us to fit molds, stereotypes and to hold certain expectations.
As if your importance and worth in the world is somehow based on how you look; and God forbid we are open about our struggles and flaws, which could somehow make us less human or less worthy.
Who you are is not:
What you do.
A label set by others.
Mistakes you made.
Why would I accept a label set on me by others?
I don’t walk up to someone and say, “Hi, I am a recovering anorexic.”
“Hello, I am anxious.”
“Good afternoon, I am depressed.”
Honestly, to me, this doesn’t sound bad. It would be more real. People may stop hiding behind the taboo shame that comes with these labels.
But, these labels, regardless of what they are, are not WHO we are.
I’m gonna say that again for the people in the back….
Regardless of what these labels are, THEY ARE NOT WHO WE ARE.