What do you label yourself as?
This question is always so difficult because on one hand labels are silly, but the other hand- labels can be quite important. In some cases they are only as important as you let them be. And they only mean as much as you want them to.
But we can label ourselves a million labels, as most, if not all of us, belong to more communities than we realize. Or as Benedict Anderson would call it, imagined communities.
I’m a human, woman, Palestinian, Muslim, feminist, writer, activist, baker, student, teacher, driver, lover, hater, child, ally, adult, brunette, cook, eater, consumer, worker, liberal, omnivore, blogger, talker, listener, actress, walker, reader, editor, Arab and so much more.
A whole lot more. Labels can never fully define a person.