Can I be me

Acceptance is such a crazy thing, and learning how to accept yourself is the first step. Attempting to convince people to accept you is an even bigger leap. I have decided to stop. Stop explaining. Stop convincing. And stop trying to be socially acceptable. I'm going to be me. Confused, lonely on Tuesdays, reality show queen, hyperactive in the morning, emotionally distraught on Thursday, evil five days out of the month. Self-absorbed, if thats what you call it. You know what, your right. I'm a little self-indulgent. So are you, during that time of the month. I choose to be this way 24 hours a day. Am I wrong? Am I a bad person for being me? While you walk around in those panty hose, and that too long skirt with your momma's girdle on. I'm running bare. Yes, I said it. Full commando. Do I care what you think? Hell no!! I'm be so who are you gonna be!