Conceived in a threesome

Interesting fact about me:

I was conceived in a threesome.

But not in the way that you might think.

I was conceived in a threesome of cultures.

My dad is Danish, my mum is English and I was born and raised in France.

Growing up in France, I was proud of my heritage.

I would often support England and Denmark at sporting events.

My local rugby team even nicknamed me Rosbif (Roast Beef).

Then I moved to Denmark and things started to get a bit more confusing.

I definitely wasn’t a Dane there.

I couldn’t speak the language that well. I didn’t use tanning beds.

And the local rugby team called me Frenchy.

Then I moved to the UK and the same thing happened again.

My English banter was not up to par. I was the only one wearing a jacket on a night out in winter.

And the local rugby team called me Danish Pastry.

For many years I struggled with this and had a bit of an identity crisis.

I felt like I didn’t really belong anywhere and had no real identity.

It took me a while to accept that having a mix of identities WAS my actual identity.

An identity that made me adaptable, empathetic and able to connect with people so easily.

I also found out I wasn’t alone and that there was an actual term for people like me: Third Culture Kids.

In the more recent years, I’ve also been working a lot on self acceptance.

And embracing every part of who I am. The good and the bad.

This is probably what’s helped the most and allowed me to be more at peace with who I am.

Also now I live in the Netherlands so you can call me Stroopwafel.


What about you? Where in your life do you still struggle to fully accept yourself?



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