Nostalgia

With Bee-Bee bringing me back to a past I haven't dug up for quite some time, I started reflection on the bad old days

For the first time in years I stuck out my tongue at myself and took a good look at it. This thing that once caused such low self-esteem, I've come to accept it as a part of me. Maybe when one has never experienced perfection, we're more accepting of imperfection.

If I could go back to my past, I'd ask 'What's so bad about being different?'

Maybe I was never one to want to stand out from the crowd. So I just wanted to be equal, normal, mediocre. But as time goes by, we discover more and more about ourselves. At certain points, we might realise that some part of us just simply belongs to a smaller % of a population that we are defined by.

True to myself, I wanted treatment. Appointment after appointment. Medication after medication. Day after day.... What we simply need is acceptance. Acceptance of a condition that has no known cure.

Wikipedia says that only 2% of a population have geographic tongue. Everyone is a minority in some way or another. What's yours?