I am still questioning myself here. I am still questioning if I am on the right path, or living in the right city. And it’s okay.
Why? Why do so many of us wait for “our turn,” for someone to come to us and sweep us off our feet?
Although the stigma of mental health has decreased, the romanticization and stereotypes of mentally ill people – especially those with depression – seem to remain the same.
“Ate spam and eggs out of a Frisbee because I ran out of paper plates.”
I work hard, so hard, to raise my children absent the straightjacket of gender stereotypes, but there will inevitably be manifestations of them along the road. And that’s fine. The goal is not to remove gender from the equation altogether, it is to deny it such an overriding role.
When you travel, don’t be an American. Be a world citizen. Be a curious mind.
We are all unique individuals. It is preposterous to believe that beings as complex as humans can be classified in such a cookie cutter fashion based on their gender, race, or generation.
God doesn’t care about what we carry on the outside, he doesn’t care what we had going on in our past. As long as He has our hearts, that’s all that matters.
While I’m all for accepting people as they are, I have a huge problem with individuals who are one hamburger away from a heart attack choosing to criticize my thinness.