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It's Okay To Be a Chameleon: having a multi-faceted identity and exploring who you are


Chameleon-esque, that's me! Ever-changing, ever-transforming. It's a Hell of a lot of fun, but believe me, and some of you guys will know. it's exhausting. Some stasis would be nice, occasionally. 

It's another Sunday and my mind is riddled with thoughts on how to better my appearance, my productivity, my life in general. The grass is always greener and that is somewhat difficult to come to accept. Some would ask: why not be happy with what you are, what you have. To those foolish naysayers I declare: it's great to be a chameleon - you're a different person everyday! 


By being a different person every day, I don't mean I vastly change my aspirations or personality. Those tend to stay steadfast, or at least relatively so. I mean that I use my exterior to experiment with who I am and who I want to be. My boyfriend's mum lately called me a clothes-horse, which I thought was lovely (thank you, Jane!), because I can (apparently) pull off lots of different styles. It's a ton of fun and is why dressing up is my main hobby. 

It can be rather difficult to come to understand The Chameleon. We are not as common as you might think. The Chameleon often has a set goal, but explores various routes on how to get these often multi-pathed goals. Perhaps they will have identities they switch between, vary between the masculine and feminine, dressing depending on mood. Chameleons can be considered weird, odd or off-kilter but really I would like to say we are to be celebrated. 

In a society where it's expected to do things consistently, I reach out to all of you guys who would consider yourselves chameleons and I say: be yourself insofar as you explore every facet, every possible identity and come to accept that you are not the steady creature that you are expected to be. It's okay to be a chameleon, folks! 


If you are a chameleon and (kind of?) related to this micro-post, please feel free to DM me on Instagram @jumper.dweller 

I hope you're all well. These were my sunday thoughts. Good day! 

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