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Not fitting in...

From childhood I always wanted to fit in, fit in the family, fit in with my siblings, fit in with friends. I have seen my friends agree with me just to be liked, I have agreed to everything my parents told me to be liked. I see people trying to be agreeable, liked, accepted. I thought it's important to me liked, in fact I lied being liked. But, Accepting or agreeing to things for just fitting in, is not you. You would never do that if not to be liked by that person, doing this many times may make you forget who you actually are. Don't try to fit in, instead create space so people to be themselves with you. You are not an accessory to fit in vibe of a place. You are human, remember that everyone has different opinion. You have yours and they have theirs. We should start accepting people the way they are, being different is common. Everyone is different, no two people agree on everything. Speak up your opinion, it is then you will fall in love with yourself, the real you and understand who you really are, and you will find being different is wonderful.

YOU DON'T FIT IN VIBE, BECAUSE YOU ARE VIBE.

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