As a child, I was taught by those around me that being 'normal' was how you would become a respective member in our society. The problem was, I never actually understood what the word normal even meant. Heck, I still don't.

When I was a young girl, I found myself copying those around me who I felt fit into this normal categorical box. I would follow my two older sisters around and imitate their every act. At school I would conform to my friends wardrobe choices and even the way they did their hair. If one of my friends wore sparkly pink Sketchers, then I would beg my mom for weeks to take me to the shoe store to buy me the same pair.

I grew up on this idea that I wasn't allowed to be myself because some of the things I wanted to do or wear weren't normal enough for the people around me. I tried to be society's idea of perfect and all I ended up becoming was a stranger in my own body.

I had put myself into this plastic bubble not realizing that I had hidden away many of the quirky characteristics that made me, me. I mean don't get me wrong, I had an amazing childhood filled with so many good memories packed full of the love from my friends and family. But in the midst of trying to figure out my place in this 'normal' world, I was losing important parts of myself.

It wasn't until I finally broke free from my bubble that I realized those around me seemed to like and appreciate my un-normal traits more than my normal ones. I was finally someone who I wanted to be and learned the most important lesson: what those around us see as 'normal' actions are just a farce for who we are supposed to become.