I am a Rebel

For years I have seen myself as a conformist.  The one who would do anything to get along with anyone...

The one who was scared to make a decision because someone else might not like it.  And deep down I do question myself.  I saw myself as weak and unable to make good decisions.

But I am not.  That is what my mother wanted me to be.  I can remember as a young teen telling her one time, "I am NOT LIKE YOU! I am like ME."  

That is like flipping the middle finger to a narc.

I am a strong and intelligent person. My mother hated me for refusing to conform to her wishes for my life.

Here's to the rebels.  We have fought for our uniqueness.