So growing up I was always the weird kid. My parents told me “why can’t you be normal “ instead of celebrating my differences and strengths. I was called a freak a weirdo and a whole bunch of other names because I was born different. Both physically and mentally. I felt wrong like I was the problem.
as I got older And met more people I realized I wasn’t the problem but instead the world was. I was only a monster to them because I was different. Humans have a bad habit of othering and categorizing things. And when you are someone like me (bigendered autistic metal head from a poor abusive family with too many hobbies) how do you fit that type of person into a box. How do you label them succinctly. You don’t. You push them into the little corner of society for the freaks and monsters whose major label is they don’t fit other labels like the rest of society tends to do.
I feel like most of us were shoved into that category. The island of misfit toys so to speak. having interacted with a lot of you here I feel that a lot of you were the weird kids. Kids that were bullied and ostracized. Regardless of the method you were told at large “society has no place for you, no common kin for you to nest with , no pack you belong to”. Freaks and monsters.
So even though the world may see you as monsters, understand that you are beautiful for being different, beautiful for having the strength to be yourself. And sometimes through it all it’s nice to have a reminder that all Is worth it you are worth it. You in all your strangeness and glory are something to be celebrated.
So when I say “good morning you beautiful monsters” I am both raising each and every one of you on your own intricate pedestal I am kicking the dust from its carving into the faces of the naysayers who tried to convince you otherwise. “ yeah you may be different but that’s what makes you a beautiful person “
Also it’s a reference to a song from my favorite band. “Rishloo- katsushika “.
