Labels and I have not gotten along since the fifth grade when classmates placed me in the “not popular” and “not cool” categories.
I was a chubby Hispanic girl among athletic, fair-skinned peers with sunshine blonde hair. I stuck out like a sore thumb and wasn’t at the place I am now, where embracing one’s uniqueness is practiced, accepted, and even encouraged.
Because labels can be cruel, misleading, and extremely confining, I try leaving my identified chronic conditions and lifestyle choices at the door.
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