Thoughts on Being Yourself
I was musing the other day about my twitter bio and wondering if I should change it. I think it sums me up pretty well, but it doesn’t really give the clues that people seem to be expecting to find in a profile bio. But that’s not what I really want to talk about — it’s just where this particular train of thought got started. I can be a stubborn ol’ bat when I want, and that stubbornness kicks in a little more often than is probably good for me.
What I want to rant a bit about this morning is the working of my bio. Right now it reads “Still trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up.” It’s pretty much a given that I’ll never totally grow up, so theoretically I’ll never have to decide what I want to “be”. So it probably shouldn’t bother me that I’m expected to “be” anything.
But it does.
I question why I have to be anything other than what I am. I question why society feels this need to pigeonhole me into a category of its choosing, and why I should have to label myself only to make it easier for someone who has never met me to judge me based on that label. I’m a lot of things — mother, friend, counsellor, businesswoman, artist, musician, author, historian are the labels that come to mind right off the top of my head — but not one of those labels really describes me on its own. Each individual piece of me makes up the whole, and trying to deny one in favor of the others doesn’t work. Believe me on this — I’ve tried.
I’ve tried to shove parts of myself to the background, or even to deny them in some cases. All so I’d fit in.
I’ve tried to do what other people thought was best for me, and to follow paths that others laid out for me. The result? I lost my sense of self in an attempt to please others and ended up alienating them anyway when living in someone else’s plan became too much and I rebelled. The worst, though, was that in being so caught up in living up (or down) to other’s expectations, I allowed myself to be abused physically, mentally, and emotionally. And I stayed that way for years even after my abusers were no longer on the scene. In effect, by trying to “be” something I wasn’t, I became my own abuser.
Because of this, standing up for my funky little bio becomes an exercise in being myself. Refusing to pick one thing, or to even list my labels; to define myself as being anything other than myself is me allowing the real me to be seen. It’s also a lesson in loving myself enough to actually BE me. There are days when I’m not even sure who the real me is yet — I’m still peeling away the layers of everyone else’s junk I’ve worn for too long. I’m gettin’ there slowly. What I’m finding is that I’m okay just as I am … even if I haven’t grown up yet :)
Please weigh in with a comment below… how do you craft your profile bio? Personal, professional, or somewhere in between? Do you show people the real you?


