That’s just me

I spent a lot of time in my life beating myself up for not being good enough. Trying to change myself to be a better version of me. Making myself wrong.

Then I learned that I can have my preferences. I learned that owning my preferences is better than shaming them and pushing them into the shadows where they manifest in really weird ways. It was so cool to learn that certain preferences, personality traits, quirks, and hell, just things I like, are perfectly ok to have. Now rationally I can see that you might be greeting this statement with some version of “duh,” but deeply accepting myself and being able to say, “That’s just me.” has changed my life.

These may not seem like a big deal to you, but they’ve all been a source of shame for me.
(I know, right! So mean.)
I crave excitement.
Boredom is a huge red flag for me.
I’m a commitment girl. If I love you, I’m all in.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I want and need to be cherished and loved.
Sometimes I’m kind of a know-it-all–I apologize when I get too obnoxious about it.

That’s just me.
I love that about me.

Now you go.