I was going through some old boxes at my parents' home and found some things I wrote when I was probably 12 or 13.
I read them all and then I said to myself laughing:
I was so EMO!!!!
Then I wanted to slap myself because, right there, I gave 13-year old me a horrible label. Labels are all horrible. Labels are good for prescriptions, good for food, good for clothes; but not for people. People are just people.
And yes, I was a young teenager who dressed in black most days, I was super sensitive and emotional, I wrote, I drew, I painted, I didn't play the way kids play at that age; I was quiet. But no. I wasn't emo. I was just a young girl who saw the world the way she chose to see it.
*removes all labels*
I think we should all smile just thinking that we are all free to be ourselves, and that our life experiences make us who we are. Who we become has nothing to do with labels. It has to do with the contents of our hearts.
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