I just got home on Saturday, and words cannot describe the week I spent up the mountain. Nothing can. It's something that people who don't experience it never fully understand.
This week they taught me to accept myself. This was my 6th year going and my 9th week. I've spent that time discovering myself, my inner clown, my acting/singing/dancing/writing/whatever else ability, new friends, and much more. But accepting myself for who I am has always been a problem. It's something I've never been very good at. Because yes, there are things I need to work on. There are things that will change. But these things do not define me. These things are a part of me that will go away with time. Of course no one wants to be the overreactive teenage girl, but that doesn't need to be all of me. I'm who I am, and it wasn't really until halfway through the week that I started to get that. It took someone asking me to dance, asking me if I was okay, giving me a hug, telling me the reasons why I shouldn't change, and writing me a love letter before I accepted myself. I am who I am, and that may change every second, but I deserve my own acceptance. Everyone does. When twenty four people tell you they love you, some after knowing you six years, some six days, it starts to sink in. So thank you Camp Bravo. And everyone else, remember that things change. Be happy with who you are.
"Bravo to do list:
1. Accept yourself for who you really are.
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22. Breathe"-Purple Group
