Accepting Differences

I wonder why can't some people accept differences.

I got thinking this morning as I was on my way to the office.
The reason, probably the only reason, why I can accept differences is that I was different once. Well, I guess I've always been different.

As a kid, I was separated from my other siblings because of the age difference. I'm the youngest of eight and my older brother just before me was born twelve years before I was.

As a girl, growing up as student, I always acted differently. I hung out with boys, acted like one, was indifferent, a little harsh, listened to music that not so many girls would have enjoyed, and... I have a laundry list of the differences but those are my top ones.

Then as a college girl, I shaved my head a few times, wore a ring on the nose right between my eyes, whose piercing still left a distinguished mark. So... I was undeniably different from the rest of the flock.

I've always been that kind of different until I met my husband. He sort of asked me to behave like a proper girl. Well, I managed.

Some people still think I'm different, crazy or even out of this world. But, I am who I am. A girl who has grown up in such a unique way.
I love it...being me.

I just hope some people who cannot accept differences very well...will cut me some slack and see me as I am with all my capabilities and competencies when they matter.