We deal with labels every day, most of us. Some labels are thrown upon us by others, some are self-inflicted. Some labels are cheery, healthful even. The others...not so much. It's great when the labels are positive: kind, beautiful, helpful, loyal, responsible. But as the labels drift toward the unpleasant they become a burden, especially if they come from external sources. Fat, ugly, useless, lazy, stupid--and those are only a small sampling of labels I've heaped on myself over the years.
I have labels that I'm proud of, too. Wife, mother, grandmother; hard worker, flexible, dedicated. Cancer survivor is one I wish I didn't have, but things happen. I'm pleased to be a Dr. Who fan and a Star Trek fan, as well as being a gearhead. I lean toward the Goth side of life, yet I don't feel dark enough to call myself such.