My Avalon

Day 02 : Something you love about yourself.

So, I’ve been putting this off because it’s such a struggle for me to ever say anything positive about myself that isn’t sarcastic or about my eyes. But here goes…. And because the last one was a list of things I hate about me,  I shall try to do the same here, although I’m not holding my breath on that one…

I love my eyes. I love my tattoos. I love my mohawk.

I love that there is something about me that has caused some truly wonderful people (for whatever reason) to want to know me and be my friends. I love that people feel able to talk to me about their problems and worries. I love that even when I’m low, people tell me they love me and want me to be around them. I love my bum. I love that most people I know also love my bum!

I love how emotional I am, as well as hating it, because I experience things to a greater extreme than I would otherwise. I love that even though I’ve been hurt, I still wear my heart on my sleeve and enter into relationships believing that this time it will be different. I love that I have faith in people. I love that I care about people I’ve never met, in war torn countries, starving, hurting, and just living. I love that I am so politically minded. I love that I am stubborn. I love that when I love my friends it is unconditional. I love that I speak  my mind. I love that I am honest to a fault. I love that I am a take me or leave me kind of person.

I love that I can occasionally take pretty darn good photos. I love that I have surrounded myself with creative, intelligent and funny people who I need never wear a mask with. I love that I am so in love with nature. I love my obsession with the olde days. I love that I am pansexual (for those who don’t know, it basically means that gender is unimportant, it’s the person that matters). I love that I find it easier to connect with intelligent people than stupid ones. I love that I get so offended by honestly racist, homophobic, sexist, xenophobic and bigoted people and that I will tell them exactly why they disgust me.

I love that I can make people laugh. I love my quick wit. I love that I am pushing myself to go back to drama classes, even if it’s just to become their photographer, at least it’s still involvement within the performance arena. I love that I am genuine. I love that I am a pixie. I love that the first half of my bank account is Ms JF; Ms JF by name, mischief by nature. I love that the person I truly fell in love with first, knows I still love them, and that we are still in contact. I love that I still care about the friends who have moved on to the Summerland over the last few years. I love that remembering them makes me cry. I love that I don’t have to hide my emotions. I love that I can bring out other people’s feelings when they’ve been in denial. I love that I am a healer, even if I cannot heal myself. I love that I care more about other people than I do about myself. I love that I seem to have a link with cats. I love that I will sing along to any musical, whether it be a stage performance, film or TV episode. I love that I know just about every Eddie Izzard sketch word for word. Ditto Monty Python.

I love that I do not fit completely into any social group’s ‘box’ as defined by society. I love that I can bear a grudge when necessary, and drop things and move on when not. I love that I am a stubborn bitch. I love that writing this post isn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be and I love that knowing that surprises me. I love my thirst for knowledge. I love my ability to relate to people.

I love that there is something about me which causes the people I know and love to believe I should be alive.

Finally, the thing I love about myself the most, is my friends. You have helped me become who I am today, you have helped me live, and I love you. All of you. Forever, and with all my heart. Thank you.