I was crazy for loving horses with all of my heart since the day I could breathe.
I was crazy for following that passion with everything I had.
I was, and still am, crazy for being a vegetarian, and deciding that at the age of twelve.
I was crazy for being emotional, and crying all the time.
I was, and still am, crazy for loving school and being successful at it.
I was crazy for dating him.
I was crazy for falling in love with him.
I was crazy for staying with him.
I was crazy for freaking out and panicking.
I’m crazy for having panic attacks.
I’m crazy for having anxiety.
I’m crazy because I don’t drink, or smoke, or do drugs.
I’m crazy because I chose to wait to have sex when it was right for me.
I’m crazy because I wouldn’t have sex with you.
I’m crazy because I let all those things you said get to me.
I’m crazy for counting calories and thinking about food all the time.
I’m crazy for thinking I’m fat, and hating my body.
I’m crazy for constantly planning.
I was crazy for making myself throw up.
I’m crazy for getting up early.
I’m crazy for being a feminist.
I’m crazy for getting tattoos.
I’m crazy for dying my hair blue, then chopping it off.
I’m crazy for believing in nature.
Everyone, my whole life, has told me I was crazy. When I finally went to therapy for anxiety and eating issues, I thought I was crazy too.
Yea, I’m some form of “crazy.” But what makes me crazy is what makes me me, and I love that. I’d rather be “crazy” than normal any day.
I still remember when all those times you called me crazy. All the people who called me crazy. My family, friends, peers, father. But there is one person who hurt me more than the others. I’ll never forget your words. I told you after we broke up (after you treated me like shit) that I was talking to some other guys.
You said: “you should give me their number so I can tell them how crazy you are.”
That hurt. I was too crazy for you to handle. I’m too crazy for anyone to handle. Those words and that feeling has never left me.
Luckily, I love me now, and all of my crazy ways. I’m unique and interesting and wonderful and lovely and complicated and deep.
I’m crazy, I will always be crazy. And I love it.
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