I don’t know about you, but I am tired of apologizing.
We all have a tendency to apologize for stuff that, even if we love them, we can be judged for. If you love those things or they are a part of who you are, then you shouldn’t be apologizing for any of it. Why can’t we just be happy with what we have, and not feel bad if someone doesn’t like it too? I’ve reached a point where I am done apologizing for things for the sake of someone’s opinion. I am officially Sorry, Not Sorry.
But what am I not sorry for? Here’s some of the many things I won’t apologize for.
I’m not sorry about every time I have ever cried, including in public.
I’m not sorry about removing people from my life, because they were horrible and toxic to my happiness.
I’m not sorry that I quit my passion for my happiness.
I’m not sorry that I waste hours and hours of time on Youtube, because I always learn something new.
I’m not sorry that I am a feminist that will speak up, because I refuse to be silent about these issues.
I am not sorry that I am not super feminine, that I don’t like pink and dress up everyday, that I am not a girly girl. I am too complex to fit in the gender binary box society has assigned me.
I’m not sorry that I’m single and that I’m not hunting for a boyfriend.
I’m not sorry about anything I write about on this blog, because it is my intellectual property and I can write what I want.
I’m not sorry about my taste in music, movies, TV shows, books, games, and fashion. My opinion is mine for a reason.
I’m not sorry about choosing to watch the same TV show over and over again instead of finding something new.
I’m not sorry about insisting on reading a book before seeing the film adaptation.
I’m not sorry about preferring to stay in on a Friday night and watch movies than going out and doing anything outside of my living room.
I’m not sorry that I refuse to watch horror movies.
I’m not sorry that I sleep with a penguin pillow pet still. His name is Pudge, and he controls the weather.
I’m not sorry about anything I’ve ever done, because life is too short to have regrets.
I’m not sorry that I am completely sober, and never want to drink.
I am not sorry for refusing to let others make decisions for me. Not your life, not your place.
I am not sorry for not knowing or having religious beliefs.
And I am not sorry that I am not perfect, because no one is ever actually perfect.
What are you not sorry for?