When I was young, I sought out some counsel. I will cut to the chase. I was diagnosed; imagine that ‘diagnosed’ with a LABEL ‘AS IF’ they really knew anything about me. All because I was sitting across from a “qualified” labeler telling my story, my pain, my struggles and from all that I was diagnosed with this label; Self-destructive personality disorder.

Are you fucking kidding me…

I loved it…

My reply back; Wow, I love this, I can self-de·struct daily and reinvent myself whenever I choose too. That was forty years ago. Good sense of self I did not believe them and believed in my own label. The danger in labeling others it puts them in a box of NO CHANCE FOR CHANGE. The power of words is hard to erase and take back. 

Never allow anyone to define you. Flaws=Perfection.  Why do we continuously think we have to measure up to someone, something or anything for that matter. Too much time wasted and not enough living out loud happening. 

Each day we have choices about ourselves that only we can make. Everyone has an opinion about this, that and the other. ‘Enuff Said.’ We are continually changing things up, and that is a good thing. BE YOU, BABY, the world needs you!