I wrote this as a Facebook post (2nd October 2022) post because I realised that as much as I had conversed with people over the years, they still didn’t know me…

These are 3 people that are fully aware of what not fitting in looks like. I’ve always been different and I’ve been made to know it on so many occasions in my life and for a very long time, I allowed it to undermine me. I’m not “neurodiverse/ on the spectrum” different just my thought processes and outlook don’t always fit certain spaces. But I’m from a family of hilarious misfits and I guess that’s where it all started. My mum – the OG misfit – always taught me about confidence and as much as I sometimes snark at her religious pov, she actually taught me the power of prayer, release and (self)belief. I LOVE MY MUM!

For those who don’t know, I have a Masters in Applied Community Studies (from a proper red brick University and ting!). Those years of study heightened my attunement to people and their subconscious behaviours. Back in those days, we didn’t talk about being empaths – didn’t want to risk sounding more like a hippy dippy weirdo than I already was… I know, I talk a lot but trust me, I listen and I observe too. I hear you!

My children – my most fantastic creation – are black and mixed but society doesn’t want me to say that out loud because to say “mixed” automatically means denial of black… like a whole ass Tricia would raise her children to deny their blackness! 🥴 They don’t fit in anywhere either. Not Black enough for some, not Muslim enough for others. Now I’m teaching them the power of being hilarious misfits too (as well as the power of a good old fashioned FU*K OFF if needed!) because as part of that MA I told you about, I studied the Trickster. Those that walk the fine lines of different worlds and adapt. I love my kids. Kind human beings who would cuss you out with a look. Just like my mum (I’ll blame her)!

Skipping a whole story of abuses and lost friendships, I bring you to the Year of Our Lord, 2020. The year my confidence hit rock bottom and I put on loads of weight. What I found was a happiness in putting on weight because I thought it would hide me. Make me less attractive. Only to discover that a lot of men like a meaty bird! I couldn’t hide lol. So rather than risk my health hiding, I’ve decided to lose this weight not for aesthetics but for health. So if I draw down, drink water and mind you business – and don’t tell me I look ill (I know my people lol).

Why am I saying all of this? Because I realise that as much as people see me on here, they don’t really know much about me. I really like good energy. I like when people get my sense of humour without offence. I like when people call me by any of my numerous names because it let’s me know where we and how we met! I like connectivity. I like individuality as well as the collective. I want to start a good vibes commune. Where we live off the principle of “Me. We” and live off the land and share resources with a Council of Folks making democratic decisions. Do I sound crazy? Maybe! But for the first time in a long time, I don’t care. Life isn’t always short but it’s shortened when we’re unfulfilled and for the first time, in a long time, I’m unafraid of my authenticity. So to all the hilarious misfits who are out here hiding BE HIPPY DIPPY! BE HAPPY CLAPPY AND JUST FU*KING LIVE, LAUGH and LOVE!

Because for once, I feel free! ❤️💛💚

Tricia xx