Unique

Unique, what a wonderful word. I can remember the day my father was describing all three of us (me and my two siblings). When it came down to me, I took the word out of his mouth, unique. Being unique had its ups and downs, for I felt God was hugely responsible for this since He is the creator.

I never cared about world trends. I never really cared about parties as a teen. I never really cared about anything except finding my purpose in life. Being an author in a world where popularity is praised more than talents, I can honestly say I have stayed true to myself. I write Christian Interracial Romance and will soon have seven titles underneath my belt.

To be honest, writing was one of the ways I discovered I was different from my friends. A good bit of us danced. A good bit of us liked sports. I had a love and passion of writing. Words captured my heart, and the physical touch of a book was mainly my free passport to another world. Often, I would whenever I had the chance to. I chose to be an author because I thought writing was the only way my voice would have been heard.

The downside of being unique is wondering where I will belong. Sometimes, I felt like I was an outsider. My mannerism often made others envious. My style had quite some modernism to it. As I got up older, the truth of the matter was I wanted to be myself. I didn’t need anyone’s approval or opinion to wear hoodies, basketball shorts, or even switch it up to dresses.

I know my love life should remain private, but hint hint, I am a certified swirler 24/7. Who I love is none of anyone’s concern. I tried to hide it at one point, but eventually, it found me again. I was born to be unique. I was born to be a leader not a follower. I was born to stand out from the crowd. Even great leaders had to walk alone at one point. No matter what new trend comes out, trust me. You will not see me do it.