Not everyone is going to like me. I know that. I am different. I don’t blend in with the other crayons very well. But that doesn’t give anyone a reason to be mean. Different shouldn’t be a threat, it isn’t a reason to be obnoxious. Maybe I am not like anyone you’ve ever known, and that’s ok.
Maya Angelou said “The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them.” Often I think people want to believe that people aren’t who they say they are. Perhaps they want to love someone who isn’t a right fit, hate someone for a reason that isn’t real, or fail to accept that life isn’t perfect and neither are we.
I am flawed. I laugh at the wrong times, can’t help my own tears, and often forget to think before I speak.
I love my friends and family deeply. I am moved by their…
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