THIS IS ALL ME





This post was well thought of by me, because we all have different personalities,and sometimes we are afraid to be who we  are because of what people might say or think.We worry about what people think about us, we try to change who we are to make people feel good about themselves.
Let's accept us for us, regardless of what others think.
When we start loving ourselves for "who we are", people will love us for  us.
This year 2020 has been my year of self discovery and Sofiyat Aderonke Ibrahim a.k.a the oddity, has been a big part of it. She has thought me to be proud of my insecurities, and be the best me I can be not for anybody else but myself.
Below are images that describe me😂😃😄
Also look for images that describe you.
This is me and this is a lot of us,
Smile and proclaim who you are regardless
of what the world might think.
NO ONE KNOWS YOU BETTER THAN YOU

This is true ☺☺😊.
Not all of us can take nonsense because when you beginning to tolerate unacceptable things then people take you for granted.
 
I can't really explain why this happen
 but it does happen.







Comments

  1. Aguode claireAugust 28, 2020 at 5:07 AM

    Hiiii. Im Claire. Imax you most certainly know me. Now you've seen another comment from me and i promise you're gonna go big but just chill with me okay ill let the whole world know about your blog. Give me time okay and great job girl. Love you😘

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    1. IMAXAugust 28, 2020 at 7:39 AM

      Thanks Clairee, glad to have a friend like you

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