Introducing Mary Sue

I don't really know why, but I read somewhere the phrase: "Don't be a Mary Sue" and wondered why. It struck me as being an odd thing to say and inspired some introspection. How does one cope with being average, when there are such cultural stigmas? How many times do young children hear that they are going to grow up to be extraordinary? Is there a line between support and inflating expectation? I mean, if someone looked at my cat and said something like, "You could grow up to be beautiful and successful, but I doubt it?" I'd punch'em in the face. However, children are impressionable, but most of them aren't stupid. I think we need to start preaching self acceptance. I'm kinda self-centered and I still have esteem issues.  So, each month of this year, I'll be writing a poem about being a Mary Sue.

Here's the one for January:

In Which I become Mary Sue

                There is a distinctive feature, there must be. A freckle, a mole, a blemish somewhere. There! There’s one…wait it’s just dirt. That can’t be my reflection. I don’t want to look so plain. The mirror could be painted. The thick, white flesh framed by the dark hair, no dye, no highlights. The eyebrows left to grow to wildly, unpruned shrubs. The eyes are sparkling hidden gems no one ventures to see.

                There is something astonishing, there must be. Average humor, average intellect, average….huh. EVERYTHING!!!!!

                Ordinary, unskilled, nothing special just like everyone else Mary Sue.

                What in the world could be wrong with me? Is that what I really am to all those people? Is that really how I am to everyone that isn’t me? Is it vain to think….Did they lie? Isn’t everyone supposed to be unique?