LABELS - stop giving it to people when you've not walked a mile in their shoes!

It is with a renewed sense of self that I write this, because I'm supposed to be utterly dejected right now but I'm not. I choose not to be. I cannot be bothered by the sardonic nature of people. By the fact that the world wants to tweak me into something I don't intend being. I never understood why people wanted to be the force of change in other people's lives when they don't have theirs figured out. It irks me that there's always a label attached to me wherever I go. Body shaming words like too skinny, flat bum, why acne?, skin isn't smooth, ugly, wrong clothes, two piercings?, blonde hair?, from calabar?, follows me everywhere.


I exude confidence I don't feel most times because I have to, not unless I want humanity getting under my skin. People don't seem to think beyond the exterior that I have anything to bring to the table simply because I'm skinny. I mean that's cruel. I know I'm smart, beautiful, talented, brave, have the body well paid models envy, a whole lot of things. Yet I can't help the anger I feel when my brain tries to remind me that I'm not enough. That I'm what the world view me as.

Today, I got mean remarks from strangers who might as well be rapists, killers, crooks, husband snatchers, sadists, thieves. They give me stink eyes because my hair is blonde, I'm braless and I have 2 piercings. I could have a Harvard law degree in my wallet and they wouldn't care. My freedom to do whatever I want(or love) taints their idea of who they want me to be.

I hate that on some days their words get to me and I get angsty and forget who I am. Then I look in the mirror again and see god.

Permit me to remind myself and you how strong you and I are not to cave under the pressure the world's putting on our shoulders. Do not let the labels define you. The world will stop at nothing to make you miserable and lose focus of who you truly are.

The world fits you into spaces you do not belong to and give you labels. The world stretches and adjusts you to suit it's growing, inexhaustible needs. The world breaks and shreds you into incomprehensible units and patch you up however it likes. The world has made you it's little puppet.

But what the world doesn't know is that you were made to fit into any space, form, or void that'll have you. That you could be shredded, cut open and sewn back together. That you're strong enough to heal, tolerate, fit into anything it wants you to. Not because it made you. But simply because you can.

Hope you're doing great and that you're finding yourself in the midst of chaos?. I hope also for your sake that you're being unapologetically flawed and human. Winks.