Most of us want to be someone else at some point. Hell, when I was little I wanted to grow up to be Chinese. My family didn't even bother to explain that this was not how things worked. I also thought you could choose your sexual orientation multiple times a day; for example I was a good boy when I held the door open and a good girl if I helped hang the laundry. No one explained gender rolls. I'm starting to think I was an experiment... Anyway, my kid is convinced he and my husband are black because they tan dark in the sun. My kid thinks that makes them more attractive than me because I turn into a "Pink Wilbur". What I've learned is; it's best to love yourself for who you are. Can't change that. And the good people of the world are going to love you if you're a good person too. Forget about the opinions of others that bring you down because those voices will get trapped in your head. I hate to sound corny but Mr. Rogers is right when he says, "You are a very special person. There is only one like you in the whole world. There's never been anyone exactly like you before, and there will never be again. Only you. And people can like you exactly as you are." ❤ Stay confident and brave.