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Did you ever notice how sometimes we give strong advice to others, yet overlook that advice in our own lives? We seem to be able to save the world, yet have no clue how to help ourselves. I’ve been called cute and adorable, and cold and distant. I’ve been called both smart and retarded. I’ve been called beautiful and unattractive. I’ve even been called innocent and a slut. On occasion I allow the negative titles to get to me and tear apart my soul. But tonight, something triggered a memory from Spanish. It was one of those “duh” moments where you want to kick yourself. It was one of those things everyone rolls their eyes at you for, but that you truly had to figure out yourself to understand. This past week *the* freshman from Spanish turned around and inquired as to what I thought of him without his glasses on. Wanting to make a point, I replied, “If I wore purple pants instead of black pants tomorrow, would I still be the same person?” He nodded. I simply smiled and turned back to continue with my own work. I should have listened to my own advice much earlier.
So, how does this all connect, you might ask. Well, you could call rain snow and it’d still be just as wet. Or as Shakespeare put it, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” ~Romeo and Juliet. The point being, descriptions I’m given are merely perception and opinions of people. Regardless of what they call me I’m still the same person. Many people, who I cherish and love, drive others insane. Yet that person is always the same person inside…the difference is in the onlookers opinions, not in the person them self. The only thing that truly matters is if you, yourself are pleased with who you are as a person.