Dare to be Different

When I was put onto Earth, I was born with a genetic makeup. My genetic makeup determined the color of my eyes, weight, possible illnesses and diseases that could be passed down to me, and so forth. Some days, I think I am blessed  because I do not have major health related issues to deal with on a daily basis. Other days, I wonder how I ended up the way I am.

Growing up, I used my genetic makeup as a crutch; I didn't fit in a particular social clique. My attempt to try and solve this issue was to become actively involved in extra curricular activities. In high school and college, I was involved in service-learning and volunteering groups, wellness groups, groups for "smart" people, and communications related activities. I competed in a pageant 4 times; I didn't make it past round one. I also rushed for sorority; I was the only person in my bid class who didn't receive a bid.

For the longest time, I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I blamed my genetic makeup for having the inability to fit in. Did I inherit my mom's trait of being too helpful? Was it my grandmas's overly critical mind? How about my dad's ability to shut someone out of his life when he's had enough? I spent so many years blaming my family dynamic. I could not figure out why I never fit in anywhere.

One day, 2 of my aunts and I were discussing our family dynamic. During the conversation, one aunt mentioned how, in my family, people follow the beat of his or her own drummer. After hearing that statement, it became clear. My genetic makeup had nothing to do with not fitting in. I grew up in a family where being different was normal. The focus was not on surrounding myself with large numbers of people; it was about surrounding myself with quality people who like me for me.

After that day, I take pride in being different. I am not ashamed to be a kid at heart; it maintains my youth and energy. I am not labeled into a category; it allows me to define myself and to step out of my comfort zone when other people will not. Being myself has opened my soul and I am no longer held down by my internal ball and chain. To this day, I wonder if being different is genetic to some degree. All I know is that at the end of each day, I can honestly say that I remain true to who I am.