The Beginning
Ever since I was a young girl, "fitting in" was a reoccurring task on my to-do list. I never understood what made me so different from everyone else. The new personalities I developed or the different looks I put on never ceased how "other" I felt. People categorized me as "the weird girl". Those were rough times indeed!
Cryptic (adj.)
1. having a meaning that is mysterious or obscure.
Being labeled as a weird girl made me feel uncomfortable in my own skin. I felt like Bigfoot, a creature who feels like he has to creep around his habitat. I didn't want to be noticed, I wore dark colors, and prayed that I could develop camouflage. Tiptoeing became my norm and I tried slowing my heartbeat. However, no matter what method I used, I was still spotted.
What Do I Do?
Well...I Did Something
I KNow you see me
I decided to stop hiding who I was or what I enjoyed. I spent less time with people who judged me, and more with people who accepted me for who I was. My clothes became bolder and I actually wanted to put my stamp on the world. I wanted to be seen. Art became not only my passion but also became my outlet. I like to plaster my face everywhere I can.
After all these years of creeping, I've recently been able to walk proud knowing I belong to people who actually want me around. I finally belong somewhere.
Stay true to you
Credits:
Imani McEwan