Happy Love

Here’s the funny thing about getting older – you become yourself. You get comfortable in your own skin and care less about trying to “fit in”. You realize that when you are yourself people naturally accept you, they enjoy your company and they appreciate what you have to say.

Growing up, I often confused confidence with fitting in. I thought, “if only I could be accepted, X would happen” instead of embracing who I was. Granted, I wasn’t your typical teen. I didn’t enjoy “going out”, “defying my parents” or hanging out in the bank parking lot – it wasn’t me. In fact it’s safe to say I was quite the goodie goodie. [I was voted “Teacher’s Pet” in high school]

Most nights, when I wasn’t playing sports, at dance lessons or cheering at a game, I stayed home or drove around my small hometown by myself blasting whatever music was playing on my Chevy Cavalier’s radio and happily singing along at the top of my lungs. Even though now I look back with fondness on those days, at the time I was desperately seeking acceptance by my peers.

Through college, much of the same happened, though I found friends – lifelong friends – who shared common interests. I finally gained the acceptance that I wished for for so many years. Professors recognized my talents and I received summer internships in AWESOME cities which allowed me to grow into my own skin naturally. I slowly became more of my true self.

Then I entered the “real world” and something clicked. I realized everyone, in some way, is a misfit. Everyone wishes they were someone else. Everyone wants to change something about themselves.

This was a profound realization for me. I realized I could be myself without fear of rejection. I realized that people actually enjoyed my personality and wanted to be around me. I realized, the geeky wannabe from high school might actually be a “cool kid” to some people and if not, so what!

Over the past 5 years, I’ve grown so much as a person. I’m more confident in my opinions. I’m sarcastic. I laugh at myself. I relish the little things. The only person I want please is myself, everyone else is a bonus.

I’m me and it’s the best feeling in the world.

The coolest part? Someone actually likes the real me enough to marry me. I’m not sure how I tricked him, but golly gee I sure am glad I did! I’m the luckiest girl in the world. I’m lucky that he laughs at my corny jokes, smiles when I sing him my awful made-up songs, hugs me when I need comfort and supports me no matter what. I’m lucky that he loves me.

I guess it really is true what they say about love.

You must love yourself before you love another. By accepting yourself and fully being what you are, your simple presence can make others happy.

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7 comments

  1. erniebufflo · July 7, 2011

    I was just thinking, as I put on some fun lipstick today and realized that I actually like my face, that I like myself in general these days. I feel beautiful. I feel smart. I feel like I’ve got things to say and I can make people laugh. I know what I want to do with my life, and I know it’s too short to spend it around people who don’t make me feel good about who I am. I didn’t feel any of those things as a teenager. I wouldn’t go back to those days for anything. A large part of being so comfortable with myself has come from 8 years of a relationship (5 years of marriage) with someone who straight up likes AND loves me exactly for who I am.

    • Megan · July 7, 2011

      Isn’t it wonderful to know that someone accepts you for you? I feel like everything else just falls into place after that. You gain confidence and that confidence sends you thousands of miles ahead of where you ever thought you’d be! Isn’t life a glorious thing?

  2. C-C Lester · July 7, 2011

    Congratulations hun 🙂 xxx

  3. Kristen Allbritton · July 8, 2011

    Love, love, love this post, Megan! It’s so true 🙂

    • Megan · July 8, 2011

      Thanks so much, Kristen!!

  4. Jack LaBloom · October 9, 2011

    Megan, this is adorable. And so are you. Tell your Mom and Dad I said they did a great job. I wonder if your dad has a copy of the school annual with the picture of him and me back in our elementary school days. I bet he’ll know which picture I’m talking about.

    See you at the wedding.

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