self acceptance

Christina Engela's picture

Accepting Diversity

I find people amazing, fascinating. Don't you think it is incredible how there are so many of us, and yet each of us is still unique as an individual? Variety is the spice of life, or so the old saying goes. We are all basically the same biological organisms, but each of us is still different and unique enough to look distinctive, and have our own lifetime of experiences that make us into unique individuals, each with our own identities.

It is this fact that makes Human society so wonderfully diverse. And yet sometimes we get tired of people who disagree with us, or with what we feel is the "right" or "only" way to do things, sometimes this diversity frustrates us. But place us in an environment where everybody looks, sounds and lives the same way - and we soon find ourselves longing for a touch of individuality.

Just imagine how dull and boring life would be if everywhere we went, we saw and interacted with people who look, sound and live exactly the same way we do? Imagine if we all spoke the same language, or enjoyed only the same foods and the same drinks? Yes, shopping would be so much fun - Wimpy would only sell strawberry flavored milkshakes, we would all drive one brand of car, and watch only one genre of TV show.

What can you say about that? That it's human nature to never be satisfied? When it's summer, we long for winter. When it's cold, we fetch the heater and long for the beach. When there's beef for dinner, we want chicken. When people are late, we complain they delay us. When people are early, we complain because they make us seem late.

Change is a constant, some people say - but one thing about human nature is a constant which constantly varies. Human nature IS diversity. Diversity IS human nature.

We should make peace with that, and with ourselves - and each other.

(Posted at Sour Grapes)

ChiTownSeeker's picture

Junior High Angst: Self Acceptance Lessons from a Speedo


Wherever you go, there you are. Damn, if that had to be the case!

Everyone has their share of baggage. My childhood set came with my parents' divorce at age seven, being raised by a single mom on a teacher's salary, sexual abuse by an uncle, peer rejection and ridicule as a teen, and loneliness and isolation living as an only child.

While I've been on the journey of self acceptance for most of my adult life, had I known the angst those early years would cause me later on, I swear I would have attempted an earlier start!

It's funny how my thoughts and beliefs are still influenced by memories and events 20, 30, even 40 years old now.

Let's take junior high - 7th grade in particular. Some pretty heavy things happened in my life at that time. My mom and I moved to an upper middle class, white, conservative, Republican town, and though most of the time it can suck being the new kid on the block, arriving at my new destination full of pre-teen insecurities took it to a whole new level.

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