On Being Different

Most of my life I would have given anything to fit in. I would have given anything to have been “normal.” Some people have inner differences that can be hidden. I had those. But, more than that, I was different physically. There was no hiding. I have Turner’s Syndrome and the odd feet, infertility, webbed neck, short stature, and excess weight that come with it. All I could see for the longest time was the short, fat brunette that was so far from the norm of beauty it killed me.

I envied so much the tall, skinny blondes. I envied the straight people who would never think twice about holding their loved one’s hand or giving them a kiss in public. And at the time I didn’t think about the fact that maybe that pretty blonde was scared to death that she was only loved for her looks or that maybe that straight couple had challenges of their own in being accepted.

We can be incredibly cruel to ourselves if we stay in a space of searching for acceptance from the outside. I came to hate looking in the mirror. I isolated myself from love and friendship. I felt destined to be alone. That story of being an outsider and being unacceptable was my tale for the longest time.

As painful as it was, this story did give me some great gifts.

  • I learned compassion. I am now an advocate for those who are considered outsiders. As a storyteller, I will share their tales in hopes of spreading understanding.
  • I have learned that I love myself enough to not settle for someone who doesn’t honor me and treat me well.
  • I have learned I can take care of myself, and that I don’t have to be dependent. Now it is time to open to the experience of sharing more love with others.
  • I have learned that though I was given very powerful stories at the beginning of my life, I can choose a new one – one that celebrates my differences and uniqueness.
  • I learned I held myself back in response to fear, a sense of unworthiness. I can now make a different choice.
  • I am learning that it is okay to be beautiful, to be wanted, to be joyous. These are not things that will fall away unless I block them. I shut the doors in the past. Others haven’t abandoned me.

So now it is time for a new tale. Perhaps it is for you, too. Perhaps you are ready to release the painful stories, to feel gratitude for the strength they gave you, and to see yourself in a more loving way.

Every single one of us has felt like that square peg struggling to fit into the round hole. We need to stop this struggling. We need to embrace our uniqueness. We need to love ourselves as we are.

We rob the world of our light and potential healing when we aren’t sharing our gifts. My friends, this planet and all of your fellow beings need that love and hope now. They need you. Step up.