As a child growing up with a disability I didn’t know I had, that included emotional and physical difficulties, it’s remarkable I never once said, why me. It’s as though I had surmised that it was okay to be me, even with my issues and my disability.
I also didn’t seem worried about any one’s opinion. What others thought of me was immaterial. Perhaps my spiritual beliefs, even as a child were already part of that mindset. I’d already seen too much to know that I didn’t need to make what other people thought of me, my issue.
But having a disability did make me periodically look over my shoulder every now and again at those who seemed happier, more relaxed with themselves. I was struggling with the neglect, but I liked the way I looked, I was happy to be me. I felt secure in my own skin, if a little too reflective in parts. But perhaps that’s why I was reflective.
But I do think that how we feel about ourselves is what really matters, to the point of asking with whatever we deal with…why not me? Primarily, our lives should be about us making ourselves comfortable in our skin, whatever we get to deal with.