The things that make me different are the things that make me.
Winnie The Pooh
Gotta love a bit of Pooh Tao, thanks Spidey!
Go on, hands up. Who is guilty of thinking they need to be ‘like’ others to be accepted?
Thinking a certain way, wearing particular clothes, listening to the ‘in’ music, watching the films everyone is raving about… that kind of thing?
Why do we always want to be keeping up with the Joneses? Why can’t we just be ourselves, and why do you think the world won’t accept you as you are?
As a child I was always different from my school peers. There weren’t many Indian girls in my school. I was never singled out because of it, but where they were horseriding and having piano lessons at the weekends, I was going to family weddings and attempting to learn how to read and write…
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