For most of my younger years I was trying to fit in. Ironically, growing up, almost everything about me made me stand out like a sore thumb. I was the only child (kids pitied me for this), my parents got a divorce (in Vietnam at the time it was a very big deal), I had darker skin, my Mom was an actress, and I lost my Dad at a young age, which made me one of the very few kids in school with only one parent. Going to college in America (the Midwest), I tried even harder to belong; coming from Vietnam made me different by default. I basically did everything a cool Midwestern girl my age would do and bought everything she would buy, including things I couldn’t really afford like expensive cosmetics.
(Photo Above: Little me with my Mother and Late Father. I was told by people my eyes were too big and my skin was too dark to be Vietnamese)
As I grew older and became more comfortable with myself and personal identity, I thought my insecurities had gone away. Apparently, they didn’t. During the first couple years of making my own skincare, no one knew about it except for a few people who were very close to me. I wasn’t actively hiding it but I never made it a topic of conversation and kept everything hidden. I was being different and I didn’t want others to know. I wasn’t ready to be called a “hippie.”
Fast forward to today, after a few years of forcing myself to take baby steps toward becoming ME and surrounding myself with the right people, I am now proud to be different. My home is full of things I love. Name brands don’t define me, my own brand defines me. I am not only OK with being “weird,” I embrace it. Most importantly, I am now happier than I have ever been; and because of that, I am able to genuinely love myself and LOVE OTHERS.
Does my story remind you of yourself or who you used to be? If so, I hope you were able to relate and find it useful in one way or another. And as always, don’t hesitate to send me a message if there is anything you want to share with me...