Being Happy

I wear yellow or buy a flower when I need the child in me to feel happy. I wear a dress when I want to feel like I’m free in the wind. I wear high heels as often as I can because it makes me feel like a pretty adult. I drink tea in a tea cup because it makes me feel like a lady. I wear makeup because I want to feel sexy. I wear a lace bra with ribbons because even though I can’t stand my naked body I love myself in underwear. I smile all the time because it makes me feel beautiful.

You can’t stop me from doing the things that I do, because without them I am not me. You might not like them, and that’s the same as not agreeing with my opinion but if you can’t handle it you can’t handle me and then you might as well leave me be.

I love it when people react to me, either because I said something stupid and it was funny or because I look nice or because I smiled at them. On the surface I don’t mind what your motives are for reacting to me. If I let you in, be careful not to be too serious – I’m very unsure when it becomes a serious question. In general, as long as I’m smiling (and sadly sometimes even after I stop) I will care about you. It’s such a cliché to say: “If you’re happy I’m happy,” and I don’t actually believe that it’s possible. Your happiness cannot be as dependant on others as you make it seem. You need to be able to be happy on your own – then you will truly understand what happiness is.

Everyone finds it in their own way and everyone celebrates it independently. I might love getting dirty in the mud and rain and acting like a child but you might prefer a huge chocolate and wine. It doesn’t matter. I don’t know your methods and I don’t intend to even find out what they are because it has nothing to do with me. Being happy is one of the most intimate experiences you can have with yourself.


Here, let me show you what I do to be happy...