Yesterday I was training a girl in at work and she kept looking at my lip piercing and at my bright colored bracelets. She would then say stuff about how she doesn’t like gaudy jewelry. This really really annoyed me. She also kept trying to label herself and me.
Here is the thing, I don’t have a label. I have many many labels, but at the end of the day I am just me. I could be called any of these things:
And many many more. The thing is, no one of these describes me. I am all of these and none of these. A person cannot be summed up in one word, one category. I fit all of these categories at some point or another, but they do not define me. Each one adds to the person that I am and it really saddened/angered me to listen to someone try so hard to put a label on it. I don’t have a label, not one at any rate. I have many labels. I am covered in them, but they do not define me.