Different for a reason

I remember never fitting in. Thinking back I was set apart before I knew what being set apart meant. I never felt accepted. It was never meant for me to be “down”. I was an outcast. I was …different. Changing the way I talked to fit in happened more often than none. How I dressed changed with my friends. I imitated what I saw because what I saw was liked. so I thought. I had no idea I was doing myself a disservice by being a duplicate…a wanna be. I had no Idea I was different for a reason. I was called to be showcase my individuality. There’s a need for my uniqueness. I have to be me in a world that’s telling me to be someone else.

To be continued….

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