Yesterday I traveled several hours by plane and waited outside in the heat for what felt like an eternity to see my all-time favorite band, Aerosmith, in Munich. It was my seventh time seeing them, and will soon see them for the eighth time, but it was a special experience nonetheless. The concert was beyond amazing, everything I hoped it would be and more.
“I’m glad you moved to Norway, I’m guessing they treat their immigrants worse than their own people, life must be great there.” While on the phone with my grandparents earlier this week, they jumped on the subject of immigration and refugees, and how, in their opinion, immigrants shouldn’t receive any benefits, forgetting that their own granddaughter is an immigrant somewhere.
It seems to be everyone’s goal to be achieve a perfectly happy life, one where there’s only room for positivity, rainbows and unicorns. The body positivity movement, one that should be there to empower us, has made me feel ashamed and disgusted by myself for the times I felt insecure about the way I look. And those promoting overall positivity and self-love have left me wondering what the fuck is wrong with me, for letting a bad day at work get to me when someone else has it worse. When has this weird sense of perfection become the norm? When did we become so obsessed with happiness?
A couple of days ago I got inspired to write down how I felt about having a fluid sexuality and being a woman. The post ended up being pretty long, so I split it up in two parts. I already published the essay on my sexuality, and now it’s time for the part about my gender.
There have been some issues regarding my sexuality and gender I’ve been wanting to blog about for a while now, but I only just found the courage and words to do so. It’s a hard subject to talk about, because it’s something very personal, and because not everyone will or can understand it, try to understand it or accept it. But my sexuality and gender are part of who I am, and something I cannot change, so it’s important to me to change that piece of me with the rest of the world.