On Liking Yourself.

I like being Jon Crowley, at least most of the time.

I’m pretty sure the fact that I like being who I am is the best thing about my life.

I have the profound luck to wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and see myself.  Not a face or body that I’m stuck with, not something I’m trapped in, but a physical being that I see as unified with my personality and intellectual self.

I didn’t realize until a few years ago that this is something I’m lucky to have, that there are a huge number of people who DON’T see their physical self as a representation of their interior self.

The idea of having to look at me, and not SEE ME, is terrifying, and seems like a crushing weight to bear.  The idea that someone could be going through this, and still need to deal with ignorance or judgement from the world at large for trying to create a self they CAN relate to, makes me sad.

[This in no way means I’m 100% content with myself, trust me.]