What’s the price you’ve paid for being yourself?

I’m turning 30 this year, and have really tried to commit to just being myself as a sort of resolution for this new decade. It sounds simple, but it’s a source if insecurity for me because it involves finally accepting that I’m just a bit different to my typical peer group of other late-20s women. I’m striving to improve in all areas of my life, for the sake of myself, my fiancé, and our son. We’re redirecting our time, energy and resources to improving our lifestyle and our health. And we’re succeeding in the way of what success means to us. We’re happy and healthy.

Except for the fact that I am paying the price. I am haemorrhaging friends. Even the relationships with some family members are becoming tense. It’s become an incredibly lonely process, but I don’t want to just give up out of fear of judgment. And I do fear it, if I’m honest. Especially with each successive friend who suddenly fades to black. There’s been SEVERAL I’ve lost (at least 10 since say, October last year, all from different networks).

I’m interested in hearing if anyone else has a similar experience to share (or is in a similar phase currently). Is this just an unfortunate reality of getting older, and prioritising growth and change? FWIW, I’m based in Australia - is tall poppy syndrome really still a thing here?