Roawr Motherfucker!


I found this image on Instagram and, quite honestly, it is the most accurate visual representation of what it was like to be me as a kid growing up.

The weirdest thing is, as an adult today, I 100% know that the fucking dinosaur is definitely perfect in this scene in every way. He steals the show. He’s fucking brilliant. He makes you chuckle. He’s living his best life, ya know?

But, the thing is.. growing up as that dino, my family would have yelled at me to stop making a scene. Stop goofing around. Be… well, a snowman. Just like all the other snowmen. Don’t draw attention to yourself and just try to BE NORMAL for a change.

I love my family. They couldn’t help it that they didn’t understand me. I was always over-the-top full of energy and ideas. I wanted fantastic worlds to exist. I made up my own words and I wasn’t quiet for very long…like, ever. I hated naps and I wanted to be a superhero soo soo bad. I even owned Wonder Woman Underoos.

What made it harder, was that my mom would have periods where she joined me in my silliness. Those times were amazing..which is exactly why I’d get soo damned confused when she reverted back to yelling at me again. Thing is, I understand now, that she was forced to always worry about pleasing other people and keeping her kids in line was part of keeping the men in her life happy.

These days I don’t let anyone turn me into a snow person when I was meant to be a Dinosaur chasing that snow person’s snowy ass down like the badass I am. Or something something.

Anyway, it took the above image to make me realize the significance of this one:

I’ve come full circle and now, I think, I am exactly who I was meant to be all along, and that…feels pretty damned awesome.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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