Stumbled across this picture last night, and it amuses me how thoroughly me it is.
I know the old joke about you being unique, just like everyone else, but in my case it really was true. In some ways I was intensely reliant on the approval of others, but I wanted them to approve of me as I was; I don’t recall being all that susceptible to peer pressure. And these days at least I get a lot of my strength from being okay being a cute little oddball. (I mean… fandom.) The little kid at the end even looks a little like me at the time I took ballet lessons.
Sometimes this means it feels like I’m swimming against the stream and not in a good way. I would probably feel that way anyway. At least I iz what I iz, as Popeye put it, and that’s the kind of thing that can’t be taken away.