I have decided that we are all Susan Boyle. Fat or thin, pretty or plain, butch or feminine, old or young, abled or not: people will judge us and find us wanting, lacking. Heck, we might find ourselves wanting and lacking. We can posture all we want, out of genuine confidence or bravado; we can insist that the ideals are wrong, that the goalposts need to be moved, that as rational humans can shake off the shackles of cultural expectations; that we must accept everyone and know that they too are doing the best they can. We can talk big and wiggle our hips — for some people, that’ll just make us more of a joke. I've decided that what makes people stop laughing — or at least, what makes us stop caring if they do, is our personal discovery that something about us is utterly remarkable.
And I wonder...what makes me remarkable? How come those dear to me will say "How can you say that? You are so remarkable because of _______,________ and even _____!" But, for me to be able to say in earnest what makes me remarkable is a lot more difficult. You see, I am Susan Boyle judged and yet loved. I yearn to make those who snicker see my prowess, my remarkableness. But, aye, there's the rub. It doesn't exist if it isn't in my heart too. Everything we are and know comes through our own personal filter. There is no knowing without the personal filtration. As Descartes said, "Cogito, ergo sum" or "I think, therefore I am." Dare we now judge his picture?
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