Not my box

I see a lot of cultural boxes that society, in general, try to put people in. These endless

boxes in which some label happy, cosmic-Karen has defined minute parts of your life and

expects you to live within that definition; And if you don’t, well then you can’t be accepted,

you’re obviously wrong, you should be ostracized or you must be something else….. I am sure

we have all felt that way. Like we don’t fit in the box or that we are different, I know I have.

I am a girl whose favorite hobbies include martial arts, shooting, riding motorcycles. I

was often called a “tom boy” and in my older years was asked why I hadn’t come out of the closet.

Sorry, but that’s not my box. They labeled me, but the reality of it was I was a girl like any other,

I just happened to like different hobbies. But I struggled with my self-image a lot. And it is a

daily battle, one that does get easier and easier to fight, but a battle nonetheless to remind

myself that I am worthwhile, I have something to say, and that people want to listen.

So listen up fuckers, don’t live in their boxes. It’s ok to find what works for you. Just look

the world directly in the face and say, that’s not my box. And then go win at something!

If you need some help doing it grab some gear and know that the whole Ragged Edge

team is behind you when you tell them to stuff their box where the sun doesn’t shine. Cheers!