Growing up, the black sheep of the family was always considered a rebel and not a favourable person to be within an extended family.
Looking back on people I’ve known to be the rebel, I feel a respect for their confidence in eschewing social norms, the things that are expected of them.
Perhaps being a rebel is a way to feel more connected to our inner selves. Maybe the act of rebellion gives us a sense of power. Particularly for women who despite decades of feminism still do more housework, are expected to take pay cuts and career back steps to manage family life and work, to have perfect bodies and skin and do everything else in the exhaustive list.
I want to be the rebel. I will live how I see fit. I don’t mind being a black sheep!