Dedicated to Those That Were Once a Keane Big Eyed Kid

Dedicated to Those That Were Once a Keane Big Eyed Kid

Years ago I was asked to write a piece for someone’s daughter. She had just adopted her and wanted to have a box of letters from different authors that she could open years later. So I decided to write about being yourself. I just found it last night. Someone out there today needs to read this.


“Dedicated to all those young and old who have tried to fit in, succumbed to peer pressure or have been bullied.”

Once upon a time there was a little girl called ME. All she ever wanted was for people to accept her.

“Do anything to survive, the inner brain said. Just be what people want you to be.”

So ME listened to her inner brain, and tried to grasp at any form of attention she could get. One thing ME had in her though was love, and compassion for her fellow man. No one could take that away from her, nor would she let them, no matter how hard they tried.

So as ME got older she bought way too many clothes, and was always “on stage” so to speak. She was not who she really was, but people did not know differently. They liked ME a lot, and ME thought if she introduced her real self to people they might not like her. She honestly felt for a great many years that she just could not take that chance. After all, it was all about love and being accepted.

Years passed, and ME grew unhappier by the day. She had two rooms of “foliage”, and all the clothes, hats, and accessories in the world still made her hate herself. ME began to acquire horrible traits, like terrible eating disorders. Wallis Simpson once said,

“You can neither be too rich or too thin,” and people believed her.

ME got into a lot of trouble trying to be thin, and for decades she was killing herself trying to be something she could never be. She honestly thought that if she could be thin people would like her. No, they would  love her!

After years of having all the money in the world to purchase new clothes, and being somebody she was not, she lost it all. Suddenly ME started to become something she had never been.


HERSELF had always been there, deep down, but had never been introduced to anyone. Suddenly HERSELF was forced out into the open, gasping for air like a newborn. People did not like HERSELF. She was plain, and overweight, but  she still held the kindness she always had in her heart. They just could not accept HERSELF, as she wasn’t the shining ruby ME was.

HERSELF was gaining inner power everyday, and suddenly she did not need to be thin, nor have fancy clothes to be HERSELF.  Of course HERSELF has little these days, nor does she want things. After all, if you have nothing, you do not look for anything. She no longer needs these things for people to like her as HERSELF. She just keeps the people around her that love her for being what she is.

When some people question where ME has gone to, she smiles, and shrugs her shoulders. HERSELF is finally HERSELF, and no one is ever going to take that power away again. After all, “its all about ME” has been finally been dead and buried, and what is it really all about ?

Linda Seccaspina – claudia radmore
Claudia Radmore photo at the CP LIbrary


About lindaseccaspina

Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda was a fashion designer, and then owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa on Rideau Street from 1976-1996. She also did clothing for various media and worked on “You Can’t do that on Television”. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off on American media she finally found her calling. She is a weekly columnist for the Sherbrooke Record and documents history every single day and has over 6500 blogs about Lanark County and Ottawa and an enormous weekly readership. Linda has published six books and is in her 4th year as a town councillor for Carleton Place. She believes in community and promoting business owners because she believes she can, so she does.

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