Discovering the Relevance of Words
Throughout middle school, I used to think that the diary of a wimpy kid was an autobiography of my life. You see, back in those confusing days, my stride was longer than it needed to be, and my knuckles dragged through the hallways of cascade middle school, releasing sparks that ignited the rocket ship of my insecurities. I spent too much time obsessing over other people’s opinions instead of my own. I don’t know when, but there has to be a time in every teenager’s life when when they realize that there is no friction on the slippery slopes of other people’s judgments.
During the dreaded middle school years, I went to great lengths to cover up the fact that I was pushing 100 pounds, and the fact that my body could be used as a toothpick for a dinosaur. When winter rolled around, I would wear thick jackets to hide my Nicole Ritchie figure.
At some point, we have to stop moving through life like every surface we walk on is our great grandma’s 1800’s set of creaking stairs. Our stride sets off fire works, mortars painting the sky with our irreplaceable beauty. We are unique. We are sexy. I believe that our perfections should be equal to our imperfections. There’s no one alive who is more like you than yourself. Embrace the flaws you were bestowed with, because they make you royalty.
In my teenage years, I’ve witnessed the faces in the hallways become darker and darker. Kids consumed by themselves; kids who force themselves to think that they’re not strong enough, or pretty enough. But what you can’t see, is that these flaws that make you YOU, are displayed under glass cases because there’s nothing more damn gorgeous and powerful than ourselves, and that’s why it seems that strength and beauty are just other words for identity. And when you were born, you were a tidal wave, a wave so intimidating that the future built a levee 50 feet high to prepare itself. Believe me when i say that the only thing that’s “ugly,” is the self pity, and your were not built for self pity, you were built to falcon punch life with self-confidence – remember that. The good thing about imperfections, is that they stay with you forever; constant reminders that your recipe has some odd ingredients, but are still as tasty as the other ones. You are a machine, but worry less about the cogs, and more about the power you’re producing.