I love being me!
Okay, so here’s the deal, I’m a triplet. An identical triplet. Growing up, I hating being a triplet. I hated the attention.
Everyone was always staring. Always. No, really. Always.
And, of course, I was always thinking, “do people like me just because I’m a triplet?” “I’m sure they just like me because they like my sisters and they have to like me.”
Talk about no self esteem. Geez. That was me.
I was quiet. I was cautious. I wanted to be me. But honestly, I had no idea who that was.
My first job I worked with Kim and Karla (yep, you got it, Kendra, Kim, Karla. KKK. Yes. We’ve heard it. We’ve heard it all) at a pizza place. We were hard workers and people liked us because of it. Well, that and we smiled a lot. As a matter of fact, there was one couple who thought we were one person, just a really, really hard working one person, I guess. Ha!
Then, after I graduated college, I got my first “real” job. All by myself. No sisters there for me to hide behind. And, you know what, it was awesome.
No one knew I was a triplet. Everyone called me Kendra. And people seemed to genuinely like me.
I was quiet. I was cautious. But, I was starting to become me.
Ten years later, I still work at the same place. But, they know I’m a triplet. Apparently being a triplet is a pretty cool thing. So, now when I get introduced, it’s, “This is Kendra. She’s a triplet, but we got the best one.”
Yeah, they did. (;
I laugh too loud. I talk even louder. I smile a lot. I get cranky when I’m hungry. I argue more than I should. I apologize even when it’s not my fault.
I am a triplet and I love being a triplet.
But, best of all, I am me. And I love being me!
So, to myself and to you, I say, never, ever underestimate yourself. You are awesome!
Now, who wants to see a picture of me and my triplet sisters? Me! Me! Me!
And, now, let’s check out these pictures.
The left is what happened to us all the time when we were little kids. The right is what happened when drinks were involved.