Labels

I’ve written about identity before, but lately I’ve been thinking a lot about labels – the ones we give ourselves, the ones we earn and the ones others give us.

I’ve long identified myself as a “fat” girl. It’s funny to talk with others about it. I am surprised when people say they don’t think of me as fat. I’ve identified myself as heavy for so long; it’s hard to turn off that perspective.

I’ve earned lots of labels – friend, PR Pro, college grad. Those I’m so proud of. I wear them like a badge of honor. When I fail to live up to those labels, I feel bad – it throws me into a tizzy.

Then there are the labels other give us. These are the hardest to handle, because you don’t have control. Even though I label myself as a “fat” girl, it’s shocking when other people label me that way.

But worst are the ones that you can’t shake. The label that’s been getting to me is “divorcee.” From now until I get married again (if that is in the plan for my life, and who knows anyway…) I’ll have to check that box. I don’t get to be single ever again – and my divorce and therefore first marriage will follow me everywhere.

I guess, though, I shouldn’t worry too much about the labels I can’t change and focus more on the ones I can. I can’t change the way people see me, and only the way I see myself. I have to stop identifying myself by the number on the scale or in the back of my pants.

Anyone out there been able to do that? Can you give me any tips?

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