Hell Ya, I’m Weird and I Love It!

Hell Ya, I’m Weird and I Love It!

Hell ya, I’m weird and I love it!Hell ya, I’m weird and I love it!
As most of you can tell I’m a little different from most women. I don’t care about the latest fashion trends or Hollywood gossip. I’m horrible with make-up but I know how to paint a car properly. For show and tell at school I brought in a car alternator while other kids brought their bears or sports equipment.
Yes, I was bullied a lot and it hurt. It took me a very long time to get over being called weird. That’s why I have always gravitated to characters who were different and guess what? I was laughed at for it. It seemed no matter what I liked I got grief for it.
So I had to conform to society like many others and wear the right clothes, say the right things, and become someone that I really didn’t like.
Until one day a kid said something bad about my kid about my kid being different because he talks a lot and I just flipped. I told him different is what makes the world special. Even the planets in the solar system are different. I even rattled off a couple Marvel characters who were different and awesome. His mouth dropped and was speechless. I later found out he asked my kid how I knew about all the characters and he told him because I was a superhero too. Yes, that warmed my heart. ??
So now I am following my heart and being myself no matter what anyone thinks. I bought and am restoring my dream car, Silver Fox is the love of my life, my kid is the best kid in the world, my dog is the perfect princess, the cat loves me the most, the hens are well hens and the rooster is one of the chillest cocks I have ever seen- what more do I need to be happy? Yeah, winning the lottery would be nice but everyone knows you have a better chance of being struck by lightening. I wonder, how many of my bullies are happy today?
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