SHE'S FIERCE!

I'm not certain what's going on in this picture and congruently, I'm not certain what's going on in my life either.

I sometimes wish I could always be as fierce as this Wonder Woman. Being so devoted to your own definition of freeakdom is never easy, and I'm always rendered back to being a little kid when I'm hit with the all to annoying reality that I'm different. I may be 25, but I still get a little flabbergasted when I meet true and actual opposition too my desire to be...me. I don't cry about it as much as I did when I was little a kid, or get quite as bent out of shape over it when I was an adolescent, but knowing someone refuses to get me for no reason other than an out right refusal to show me the same respect that I show them in accepting the way they are; it's like hearing someone be sincerely racist. I know it still exists but I've traveled so long in circles who treat people as individuals and not by preconceptions it still catches me off guard. And then the idea that I should, as a measure of remaining worldly, be hip to such bullshit for the sake of being better prepared...I'll stop there. I'm digressing, and of that I'm certain.

I forget I have to be fierce. I forget I have to elbow my way through the crowd when, after all, I am technically the one making it a point to go against the flow of traffic. I forget, when I get caught up in wondering if someone's watching and waiting for me to make a fool of myself, how invigorating it is to maneuver my way through opposition as if I were walking through the rain drops without getting wet. B/c damn it, if that isn't the fuck all greatest feeling ever.

I've had to relearn this lesson many times in my life, so far, even though I am still pretty young by many standards. Each time I find myself made of coal, I phoenix-out and find the same thing every time: my heart was always and never was anything other than a diamond. And it cuts through the shroud of doubt and I'm refracting light with the best of them.