I am proud to be weird. First of all, the alternative is being normal, and normal is just average, and why would I ever want to be average if I can try for something better? Secondly, I'd be absurd to try to fit in. It's not possible. Even if tomorrow my mind rewired itself, my face restructured itself and I had the inclination to start trying to look like other people, my memories as a person who has not fit in would be a huge barrier. Also, being weird is a great filter to keep certain types of people out of my life. The only kind of people I have any reason to be around no matter who I am are people who are kind, accepting and deep. What value is there in appealing to the cruel, discriminating and shallow?
Lastly... I'm happy, for the most part. Some things suck, but I like how far I've come, I like where I'm going and I do things that I like in the meantime. If that's all weird, that's irrelevant, because the important thing, so long as I'm not hurting others, is that I enjoy my life.