It is quite a popular narrative that labelling oneself means limiting one’s potential. It’s often compared to putting yourself in a box: contained, no room for progress, no room for growth. There are labels that inflict pain upon many who are unfairly labelled, dismissed, and subjected to aggression or harassment.
And, this may be a quite unpopular opinion but I sometimes find comfort in certain labels. To me, they feel like home, hope, and future potential. They give me a sense of safety in who I am or who I have chosen to be. They give me a sense of community at times. Other times, they give me strength to go against the grain to my own detriment.
Artist. Writer. Inquiring mind. European. Traveller. Photographer. Life learner. Mentor. Brainstormer. Woman.