labeled.

let's talk about labels.

no, not the kinds you stick on baskets and bins to keep yourself organized. the kind that people like to assign to other people so they can fit them in some little box (yes, it's about to get real "hippie" up in here).

i hate them. i fight against them. do not label me. i call myself a hippie sometimes because of this, but even then something inside me is twitching.

i will never register with any political party and have no desire to.

i don't identify with any one religion/belief system and have no desire to.

i am moderately feminist. but i don't even think feminism should be a term and i would cringe at the thought of being called one.

i'm a vegetarian. but someday i might not be. and i don't like how that translates to "picky eater" for most people. i just say "i don't like meat."

see a trend here? luckily i have a husband who loves this about me, and while he may laugh sometimes and not really understand why i'm so label-aversive at least he appreciates it. he is not so opposed to labels, by the way. which i can appreciate and even understand. it might make life easier for some people.

but me? none.

i am a person. a woman. a wife. a friend. a sister. (and okay, maybe a hippie) label me that way. but do not confine me to anything else.

i will say that i don't care if other people label themselves as anything, align them to certain groups/religions etc. I'm all about whatever makes you happy and doesn't hurt anyone.