Dare to be different.
It’s pretty cliche but it’s true.
For so long, I hated being different. Because if I’m honest, I’ve been different in pretty much every situation and every setting I’ve been in. And I hated that – or at least I anticipated and shied away from it. I felt like me being different was a cause of concern because it set me apart and I wasn’t like everyone else. Oh how wrong I was.
It’s so liberating to embrace individuality. I’ve gotten to a point where I don’t care as much. I won’t lie and say I don’t care at all, because I do and I still fret and get major anxiety over what people think about me. I still care but just not as much and with not as much intensity. It’s not the main thing on my mind when I’m in a social setting and…
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