Why does it matter?
Lately I’ve been so frustrated with a few people, and I began considering maybe I was the one who needed to change. Upon careful consideration, and hours of thinking, I came up with this.
Why does it matter what shoes I wear? Why do people care about the clothes I wear, or the car I drive? Why does it concern others who my friends and enemies are? Is it really anyone’s business who I spend my time with? No. It’s my life, and I can be anyone I want. No one else is living my life for me, so why should they have a say in how I live? Sure people will always judge me, and there will always be people trying to change me. But I am so tired of people building expectations of what I should and shouldn’t do. I’m tired of people trying to tell me what is right and wrong. I never once imagined that people I considered my friends would try to turn me into something/someone I’m not. It’s my life, and I’m the one living it. My choices are mine to make, and no one should attempt to take that away from me. If I’m happy with the person I am, then why should anyone else’s opinion of me matter? No one is perfect, so why do they feel the need to criticize my mistakes? I know I have flaws, but that is just a constant reminder for me that I still have things to work on. I still have room to grow. I try as hard as I can to be the best version of myself I can possibly be. I don’t owe anyone an apology for being who I am.
I won’t change myself for anyone else. I won’t conform to anyone else’s vision of who I should be. I don’t owe anyone an explanation for who I am. I can say what I want, do what I want, dress how I want, and spend my time doing whatever I please. I’m the one who faces the good and bad consequences of my actions. Real friends don’t ever make you feel bad about the person you are. They don’t make you feel like less of a person. They accept you just the way you are, and real friends understand that you have flaws, just as they do. You either accept a person for who they are, or you don’t. There is no in between.
(A few years ago–One of our “dress up” nights)