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Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Sterotypes and judges.

I keep trying to excuse myself feom the stereotypical path set out for girls. But the truth is I follow the same path, whether I like it or not.

No, I don't wear make up, but I do keep basic hygiene and look after my figure.

No, I don't look up to a particular brilliant celebrity as a role model, but I do seek guidence from people I consider brilliant, and subconsciously learn and copy them.

No, I may not wear dresses, skirts or anything that shows my legs, but I do wear female clothing, skinny jeans, girls camo. (My only shorts are actually designed as a guys garment.)

I don't show my legs because like many girls I'm insecure about my body, but instead of wearing clothes that make it appear otherwise I make up for it by wearing longsleeve tops and jeans, heavy boots and hoodys that cover most my face and hair.

I'm not as snappy and full of attitude as some girls, but believe me I've a sharp tounge when its needed.

I don't deliberately go seeking attention like some, but I know I go about to get it despite the fact I'd rather be unnoticed at the back of the room, and yet I still attract it by being the teachers pet and the "perfect" student.

I'm not as loud in public about relationships and I certainly would display it like some do, but I do take interests and I do notice good looking people, but I aim for personality not looks as much.

I don't openly rebel, but in a school where most kids have sloppy uniform and break the rules, am I rebelling by obeying code of conduct?

My mates go for Black Veiled Brides, Slipknot and Avenged Sevenfold(Rock) and I go for Lynyrd Skynyrd, Queen and Status Quo. Just an older generation of their choices.

So am I different? Am I really as of the path as I think? No, to be truthful I'm not. But there's a fair few differences.

American, Israeli, Scottish, German, Greek, French, Austraian, Tanzanian and Canadian, and that's just some of the nationality sandwich of my friends.

23, 20, 18, 14, 7, 34, 40 and over 50, my friends aren't restricted by age, either.

But don't judge me by my friends alone, talk to me and you'll soon gather a clear impression.
I can be wise beyond my years or sillier than a 4 year old, I can be modest or I can blow my own horn. I can tell the honest truth or lie my arse off and you probably wont know the difference.
I can go from one alias to another in seconds, and I will earn my rank in anyway I see open to me, or maybe carve a door of my own.

I can try and fake it, I can seem bold and brave, reckless and dangerous, but the truth is something different.

The truth is I'm just an insecure, weak-willed, easily led 13 year old girl, who's had a little more heartbreak and life experience than some my age, but I've had some excellent advice too. You know what? I'm nothing special, but I'm gonna leave my mark on this world and I'm going to make sure people remember I was here, because truely? I want to make a difference. Help the bigger picture. If even just touch one life for the better then all this struggle is worth it.

ASTA LA VISTA, BABY, I'LL BE BACK. 

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