If there’s anything I now believe, it’s that there is no such thing as one-size-fits-all. Period. Full stop, as the aussies say. It’s a myth.
I spent a fair amount of time chasing the One Size, though. Never caught it.
The obvious place to look is in clothing, right? As if there is one size that will fit and look good on everyone. There will always be someone too tall, too short, too big, too small, too different for that thing to fit. That part is fine, of course. What is not fine is how often the outliers feel bad about themselves because they don’t fit into the thing that is supposed to fit them. There must be something wrong with me.
It’s more than just clothes and bodies, though. One Size thinking is insidious. It’s in religion, in gender roles, in career paths, in relationships, in lifestyle, in sexuality, in ad finitum… so many facets of our lives.
I bought into the One Size myth a lot. So, of course, there was a lot wrong with me. Too tall. Too big. Too redheaded. Too freckled. Too athletic. Too geeky. Too smart. Too woo-woo. Too assertive. Too whatever. I spent a bit of time angry about the myth, and the images and pressure that society puts out there, but that’s a waste of time. I can’t really change society (at least not quickly enough for my taste).
When I believed the myth, I thought I needed to change myself to be able to fit in. I even thought I could change myself to fit in. But wait, did I want to do that? Not really. For example, I like being tall. What I don’t like is feeling that I shouldn’t be tall, because I don’t fit in.
It’s much easier to just stop believing the myth. I actually can control that.
I now believe that there is no one size fits all anything. There’s no need to fit in. I believe that’s true. The consequence is that I don’t have to waste time feeling any kind of bad. I can just go look for the thing that fits me perfectly, that suits me, and that I love.
And if I want to change something about me, it’s because I want to change. Funny how that’s a much easier and more successful approach.
Find the things, the life, the beliefs that fit you – your perfect size. Love them. Love you.
And remember, in all things – progress, not perfection!
P.S. Unicorns are not a myth.