I was bullied at school for looking different. Freckle face and chicken legs. Being bullied for the way you look has infinite legacies and the strain of not letting the past define your ‘now’ requires transformative thinking strategies. I’ve struggled between yearning to be the same as others, yet on the other hand have always craved unique self-expression. And now? Age 42, I think looking good enough, is good enough. It's Who I Am.  Although I don’t think I will ever 100% know myself, I do accept myself. I release myself from expectations, I don’t fear judgement from others and I transfer any jealousy of others to celebration of their success. Because the truth is; someone else’s...