Yes, I am back in Georgia. And yes, I have another guest poster for you. I don’t think you guys quite understand what it was like at the Outer Banks. The drinking NEVER STOPPED. Don’t get me wrong. I loved it. And I will recap for you later this week, but it NEVER STOPPED. I need a day to recover, please.
Thank goodness I took today off work and thank goodness Krystal is here to save the day!
Hey there! I am Krystal and I blog over at Pressing Pause . I write about my random life with my 3 children and hubs who reside in Salt Lake City.
Growing up I was the “weird” kid. The kid that you would point at and ask your parents questions about why I acted so weird. For instance the entire year of 5th grade I decided to wear my clothes backwards and when people questioned me I didn’t have an answer. I just had the need to wear them backward. Of course my weirdness didn’t stop just there. I would make up random songs about my toes, was obsessed with Mr. Potato head, and had my bedroom painted bright green.
Even going into middle school I was the kid with the frizzy hair and braces and it didn’t bother me one bit. Then when I went to high school I became a tad bit cooler, but the awkwardness was still there when I decided to start dying my hair every color of the rainbow – orange, green, blue, I didn’t care.
I was never part of the popular crew, or was known by all, but I did have my best friend. Someone who dealt with all of my crazy idea and didn’t seem to mind. Like how on pajama day I would wear footsie pajamas and we would go to indie shows almost every night, even if that meant 2 hours of sleep on a school night.
I was lucky though, I was never bullied. Sure I was victim of dirty looks and nasty remarks under ones breathe, but that was about it. I embraced who I was, and who I was becoming no matter what the outcome was, but I did know that inside my soul I would always been this unique creature.
Now as a mother to 3 people don’t consider me a typical person. With piercings on my face and a Harry Potter sleeve in process and many more tattoos all over. But I am myself, and I never need to worry about someone else ever being me, because it is quite impossible.
I am not saying that being yourself is easy, sometimes it is hard, and sometimes I do question myself. Whether I should wear this outfit to an event, because I just might get judged. Whether I should write that particular post, because people might no longer enjoy the things I write. Though when I am confident about who I am, I am powerful. It doesn’t matter what people think, it’s about how I feel, and that’s truly the best feeling in the world.
So I am encouraging YOU to be yourself. If you want to chop off your hair to a faux hawk that you have secretly been wanting – do it. If you want to go buy that outrageous colored dress that you saw in the mall and wear it everywhere – do it. You will truly be amazed how great it feels when you stop caring about the things you cannot control in this world and do what you want.
Um, wow. I am inspired. Are you? Geez…such great advice. I struggle so much with my insecurities, it’s great to find someone who typically doesn’t and is proud of who they are.
Oh and she had me at Harry Potter tattoo. Holy crap, that this is amazing!! Just stunning!
Time to get off the couch and drink some Powerade or something. Fo-sho!