What’s a life cookie cutter?

Well, it’s trying to fit into the world’s pseudo-perfect mould of the kind of person you should be, whether external or on the inside. Yes, that’s my definition.

 

Are you wondering what am I going on about? I’ve not gone bonkers, trust me.

I’ve just been pondering on the amount of time I’ve wasted trying to fit into the cookie cutters of life. And I’ve wasted a lot of time. You know, trying to look or be “perfect” in the eyes of the world or in the eyes of someone. I think most of the time it’s been about the external things because it’s the first thing people notice about you. I mean, which human being on this earth directly looks into your soul for the first time? People do make snide comments on the way we look and because of this, it changes the way we perceive ourselves. You should ask me, I’m a veteran in pointing out the things I would like to change about myself. How many of us if given the chance would never change a thing about our bodies? And this does make me feel like some cave munchkin (most of the time).

However, I am not a cave munchkin. In fact, I am made in the image of God and obviously, he knew what he was doing. And how incredibly boring and annoying it would be if we all looked the same. But the world seems a really strange place to be in. On one hand, we strive to be different, yet we want to be just like everyone else. So confusing right? I wish that we could be content with what we’ve got. But it’s easier said than done.

And here come in these bad cookie cutters. They are everywhere. Some have always tried to take over my life and it’s been hard because I’ve never been able to fit into any. I have always struggled with severe acne, being short, stuttering and other stuff and it’s taken me a long time to get over the harsh comments from people. It so hard to not let them stick. But I’ve realised that in the end, we are all fallen creatures, warts and all. And some flaws are manifested in the mouth of people. (Maybe some people should shut up, just a thought). And such people are really not worth your time because what is inside of you matters so much more. That’s what my mum says and I really try to follow this motto. It’s a work in progress.

And you know better right? This too shall pass. So here’s to destroying all of life’s cookie cutters because they are poisonous and worthless.

And three cheers to all the wibbly wobbly, wonky weirdness that makes you you. Accept it, love it.

So, which cookie cutters are you going to get rid of?