At this very moment, there are two categories of people reading this post. First, there are those of you who know me personally, or at least have associated with me in some shape or form in the past. Maybe you’re my best friend or supportive mother, or maybe we went to high school together and haven’t really spoken in a decade.
Oh man, saying that makes me feel really old.
Regardless of who you are, if you are friends with me on Facebook – and I am assuming you are since that is probably where you found this link – you probably know at least some of the tough details that I plan to reveal to the rest of the world.
That brings me to the second group of people, the ones who, until this moment, had no idea that I exist, let alone know anything about me. If you, my lovely reader, consider yourself a member of this group, please allow me to introduce myself.
Hi there! I’m Aimie, and I’m a recovering grumpy lemon.
You may be wondering why I am referring to myself as a piece of yellow fruit. Not many people would run around calling themselves a pear or an apple unless they’re trying to describe their body shape. But no, that’s not really what I mean. Actually, if I were describing my body shape, it would really be more along the lines of “lopsided watermelon”, but that’s a different topic.
When I call myself a lemon, I’m not referring to the most prevalent definition of the term. I’m actually referring to its slightly less common counterpart.
lemon (n): a person or thing that proves to be defective, imperfect, or unsatisfactory – dictionary.com
So, yes, I am a lemon. That may sound harsh, especially if you look at some of the synonyms associated with the word – dud, reject, junk, flop, piece of junk, failure. Those words are terrible, and it’s unfathomable that anyone would refer to themselves in this way.
The thing is, as harsh as it may seem, I am a lemon. I know that I’m a lemon, and I’ve known it for quite some time. I went through several stages of grief upon realizing that fact, and I’m only just now beginning to get over the anger and learn to love and accept myself the way I am. I have spent enough time self-loathing to know that I just can’t do it anymore. I have to forgive myself for my imperfections.
Sure, I’m a lemon, but I’m also so much more.