Heartfelt Chronicles: Embracing My “Extraness”

You know, being called weird, extra, or just plain too much used to throw me for a loop, especially because it was said in such a negative tone and disposition. I’d find myself asking, “If you think so little of me, why are you even around? Why call me for advice or share your secrets?” Talk about confusing! But let me tell you, I’ve come to realize that those labels are actually compliments. They simply mean I’m one of a kind—so thanks for that!

Let me share a little story that perfectly illustrates this. I was at a party once when the cake came out, and I noticed it was starting to get a bit… well, sweaty. So, I casually mentioned, “Hey, the cake is starting to have condensation.” Enter Kay, who shot back with a condescending tone, “Girl, you mean it’s sweating!”

I was puzzled. We were essentially saying the same thing, right? But then again, Kay loved to be the life of the party, and apparently, that meant making fun of me. When I responded with a smile, “Yes, basically,” she continued, “No one taught you that when you were little?” Cue the laughter from the room.

But here’s the kicker: I was genuinely confused. I hadn’t been taught that cakes “sweat,” but I do know what condensation means. I stood my ground and replied, “Well, I know condensation means water vapor in the air is changing into liquid.”

Kay’s face twisted with anger as she declared, “You’re so extra, and it’s not cute.” Once again, confusion set in. Just minutes earlier, she was calling me cute!

In that moment, I realized something profound: trying to satisfy others is exhausting. It’s a classic case of “damned if you do, damned if you don’t.” And honestly? I’m unapologetically me, quirks and all. If Kay needed to target me to feel better about herself, so be it. I decided to laugh it off and wink at her, smiling big and bright.

The truth is, everyone laughing at me didn’t shake me; it only reinforced the idea that hurt people hurt people. I refused to stoop to that level. Instead, I chose to protect my energy with positivity. Trust me on this—choosing yourself makes everything fall into place.

As for that cake? I didn’t eat it. After all, I only indulge in Misha’s Cakes because I love me and all my “extraness.”

I once read a quote that resonated with me: “If I’m too much, go find less.” I don’t know who wrote it, but it’s a mantra I live by—and it’s one I think everyone should adopt.

So, here’s to being a little extra! Embrace your quirks and remember that the right people will love you just as you are. Choose you, and let the rest fall into place!