Maybe I shouldn't be trying to hard to fix myselfto push ...

Maybe I shouldn't be trying to hard to fix myselfto push myself into a model of more normalcy.Maybe I will never be whole and normal and like everybody else. Maybe I can’t ever be completely right.Maybe I’m like a tree that’s grown in the shade and in the wind, fragile, bent, crooked, twisted.I can never be straight and tall and strong.But that doesn’t mean I can’t open my leaves to the sun with everything that I’ve got.It doesn’t mean that this misshapen, fragile treecan’t be a thing of beauty.
-from my diary, July 2012