All You Have Is You. Make You Count.

Starting is always the hardest.

Credit: Leeroy — Life of Pix

Dear Whom It May Concern,

We are all born with uniqueness.

The fingerprint of your exclusivity courses through your veins and bleeds into every little thing that you do. From how you speak, to what foods you refuse to eat, it all comes back to the rareness that is you. Isn’t it crazy to think that there never was a person like you that has walked the earth and will NEVER exist in the future after you?

However, many times we censor ourselves because we are afraid of what others might think of us.

This has to be the most absurd and foreign concept to me. I don’t care if you are a loud, rambunctious person that loves the limelight or someone who wants to Netflix and chill alone, your viewpoint, the space that you take up on this planet, MATTERS.

You are SPECIAL.

And I’m not saying this as a blanket statement. I’m just saying there are no levels of exclusivity. One person is never better than the other. We all eat food, take a sh*t somewhere and it stinks. We are a human race trying to get through the day working hard for ourselves, our children, family, maybe even our pet dog — Stanley. But life is a struggle. Why can’t we harp back to who we were as little, tiny kids; not afraid of peer pressure and just be what that deepest parts of our souls cry to be?

A little backstory about me: I was born to parents of two different racial backgrounds. My mother is from South Korea. My father is an African American born in North Carolina. Life was very interesting moving through the environment of stereotypical ideals (boxes) as a mixed person. I’ve had hateful assertions full of bile and venom thrown on me from people who believed they had a say about my person.

Haha, whatever floats your boat. (My personal mantra about how you view me.)

Fortunately, I was raised by parents that made it clear very early in my life that no one, and I mean NO ONE, could ever speak a word about who I was and actually have authority over those words. Because I learned from them that I was unprecedented and I was in control of my destiny. So, if I wanted to be outgoing, full of colors, light, and happiness, it was my inalienable right to do so.

Now I pass this on to you: You are beautiful. You are unique. You are bright. You are glossy. You are paradisiacal. Go out there and be the best of yourself, because you were made for it.

Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Even if someone literally beats you over the head because you have red hair and a cowlick, or you skin might be a few shades outside their comfort zone, be true to yourself. Because All You Have Is You. Make You Count.

Until We Meet Again.

Love,

Becky


There are so many things that I have wanted to say. It’s all bottled up and stewing. But, I wanted to package them in the right way. So, I’m going to try an experiment. Over the next year, I’m going to try to build my impression on social media, grow a community of people into a family and become a part of something greater than myself.

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