My autobiography, as written by the stars and interpreted by me

A meditation on all my astrological placements

I’ve never really identified with my sun sign.

I am a Cancer sun, and according to most pop astrology takes, I am overemotional, clingy, passive-aggressive, comforting, nurturing, and (ugh) maternal. Cancers are Moon-ruled, so our emotions are supposed to wax and wane from dark to light, light to dark, inconstant and inconsistent. Moody, that’s the word. Cancers are supposed to be moody.

I hate it.

They say that sometimes you hate that which reflects only the darkest parts of yourself, a nemesis or the shadow that trails you everywhere you go. It would follow then that my inability to connect with my sun sign is only because because I haven’t loved my flaws enough to accept them, that once I name those tender hurts within myself, I will find true understanding and healing.

But none of Cancer’s traits are my wounds.

I have many flaws—I can be insensitive, unable to read a room, emotionally distant, quick to ghost friendships and relationships—but I am neither overemotional nor clingy, passi…