My mother would tell me, that the highest form of flattery was imitation.
I have always known and obviously noticed people around me imitating me, either hair cuts, clothing, decor, attitude, language, etc. I see it all around me, even now. I do not know why, all I know is I don’t follow, and that I march to the beat of my own drum.
I am me! I love me, I express myself genuinely and honestly. Today, I take it as the highest form of flattery! Thank you!
