I actually love Taylor Swift. I listen to her cds when I want to go into the past.
Which, admittedly, isn't often.
But, it's been a long week of feeling like I'm being picked on. My hairdresser tells me that my hair is beginning to thin. Doctor's reports are not great. AGAIN.
A teenage boy at Target smirked at me as I stood before some lipsticks. His look seemed to say that all the lipstick in the world wouldn't help.
A co-worker told me that I act like my opinion is the only smart one. (We were arguing about the ebola virus....she's in favor of shutting down our borders....WHAT?)
At my child's school conference, a teacher took me for the GRANDMA.
A librarian told me that I always check out such high brow literature. But, she said it like I was showing off or something.
I feel in my bones like I just don't fit in. Anywhere.
And this song made me sing out loud.
So, here's to all of us who don't fit the molds....