Some might perceive these labels as negative or undesirable, but I will take them, wholeheartedly and without an inkling of shame.
I am not afraid to hold these monikers as my own, without fear—without a moments hesitation. I have always existed on the fringes of the status quo—in the borderlands of convention, an oddball in a society that values polish and poise, an introvert in an extroverts world.
It wasn’t until I reached my thirties that I began to open up to the sheer magnitude of my weirdness, embracing my quirks and refusing to apologize for my often dichotomous traits. I became unapologetic when I learned how to come home to myself.
The truth is that the world needs the creeps and the weirdos and the magic makers and the sometimes-misanthropes. Without us, everything would be buttoned up and beige—a monochrome of limiting and narrow social constructs, designed to force into boxes that aren’t our shape, size, or style.
We’ve been taught that in order to be considered valuable we have to limit ourselves to the scant qualities that society deems pleasing—but as Cady Heron told us in the 2004 cult classic, Mean Girls: “The limit does not exist.”
Be weird. Peculiar. Eccentric. Antithetical. Break the mold.
Reject the one-size-fits-all boxes. March to the beat of something other than that to which we’ve been programmed. Open yourself up to the strange and fantastical world within, and don’t be afraid to share it.
Don’t let the world tell you to conform to one of it’s acceptable archetypes, and instead carve your own path—make your own rules, reject the notion that there’s just one way to be beautiful, and instead be bold in your individuality.
We need you.