You know those days you look in the mirror and think, man, I'm pretty cute. I am having those days more and more often. I don't think its because I've become any more beautiful; I think its because I've reached a point in my life where I've stopped judging by everyone else's definition of beautiful. I never depended on other people for my definition of myself, but I think that other people still influenced my perception. I feel like I've finally thrown on that last remaining influence and am starting to see myself as I really am and accepting myself for who I really am. Sometimes I think I tried too hard to be 'not' to be someone. I didn't want to be a sheep, or a lemming, as I often called those who followed the crowd. Now I am just working on being myself, because there is a place for everyone in this world, no matter what their personality. And I may be obnoxious and annoying, but that's ok, that's who I am and people still like me.
Wow. Waxing a little philosophical there. Must be past my bedtime.
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It comes with age. I think I'm starting to realize the same thing. I don't care what others think about me. If they like me, great, If they don't, that's their issue.
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