A teeny tiny post today that is dedicated to everyone that has accepted me and my “weirdness”.
I define weirdness to be “difference”. I don’t feel that I am different than anyone else, really, but I’ve had people tell me that I am throughout my life.
Today, I am thankful for all those that have been brave enough to tell me that I am different. I am thankful because those cool individuals have all stuck around, enjoyed my weirdness, and even encouraged it.
I am also thankful for my husband who joins me in all my weirdness. He’s dressed as a Zoolander Zombie, MC Hammer, Kurt Cobain, a work-out dude and more for my parties, joins me in silly Snapchat sessions, and even posed for me numerous times for my art classes in college. I instantly knew how much he accepted my kind of weird when he allowed me to transform him into a statue by smearing white body paint and drawing cracks in black eyeliner all over him (ALLLL OVER HIM) for a photography class project. We weren’t even married yet, but I saw his commitment for sure through that.
I encourage everyone to let their “weird” show. The world is simply boring without it.