Day One
What’s the use of being beautiful if there is no one to appreciate it.
Okay…I was feeling pretty good about myself look wise today. Incredibly so. Almost to a level of scary so. And I’ve come to the conclusion I’ve got a potentially vain bitch living inside me. I don’t think I care for her too much. I mean, yeah, she’s got the confidence I want (and obviously must have somewhere inside), but she’s got a bit of an attitude too. I think most of the time I’ve got this whole internal dialog going…Aside from when I’m running roleplay thoughts/plots/conversations/scenes through my head. [Which is how I decided that the vain bitch exsists.]
For as long as I’ve remembered, when I’ve passed or seen a reflective surface, I looked. It’s like…I can’t think of the word I want…I feel compelled to look. One would think someone like that wouldn’t have issues with their looks. Then again…I spent my ‘formative’ years (you know, those ones that are suppose to build you up and what not…ie. evil school years) with my oh so wonderful peers telling me I was ugly…Loverly kids, huh? But 1) It’s like that in a lot of places, I know. 2) I was an INDIVIDUAL, instead of a carbon copy…Tis the ‘Outcast’, for the simple fact that I couldn’t be anyone other than me.
During those years…I would tell myself what they said didn’t matter, that it didn’t effect me. Despite how many times one says that, those kind of things DO have an effect. I also got that whole speach that the other kids were just jealous. You know what, in that whole speach, you never are really told what those people are suppose to be jealous of.
It’s just little things that went by that effected me more than perhaps I realized. I love to sing…when no one can hear me. As I’ve always been sure my voice wasn’t good enough. Yet…There have been occasion that I’ve been told better. BUT…I think it’s the first thought that you get is the one that sticks the easiest. Here is my case point. In elementary school everyone tried out for choir, whether they wanted to or not. You didn’t get to pick if you wanted to do it or not. In music class, we’d line up and sing, each of us spending a minute or two standing where the teacher was playing the piano, line of kids behind us, waiting their ‘turns’ to ‘try out’. I wanted so badly to be in the choir. Yet…every year, each time, I was passed by. I think, perhaps that’s when I decided that I just couldn’t sing. If I could, wouldn’t the teacher have picked me? Yet…In middle school, I remember sitting in art class with those rock magazines that had the song lyrics in them. And a couple times I sat there, and sang (in a whisper, I’ll admit) to…There was Libby, and one other person, can’t recall who now. But if Libby knows anything, it’s her music. I remember singing ‘One’ by Metallica, and ‘Kiss me Deadly’ by Lita Ford. Libby told me I sounded a lot like her when I had sung. Even still…When Raya caught me singing on the phone, I quieted right up, embarrassed, sure my singing wasn’t worth listening to. Then the other night…Grim coaxed me into singing to him on the phone. He said I had a good singing voice. I really want to believe him…But it’s hard. I use to want to sing…Hell, let’s be honest, a part of me still does. I day dream about going out somewhere and having the courage to get up and sing. But 1) I still can’t get my self to think that I really could…and…2) The whole thought of getting up in front of people scares the hell out of me. [Which I think is due in part to always feeling like they are judging me, and judging me harshly.]
I use to think I’d like to be an actress…or a model…or a singer…any number of things. But there was always something…Something to hold me back, even if it was just a mental block. Those I guess are the hardest to get past.
Anyway…I changed the picture in the corner. Tis more me I feel.
love the new pic! 🙂 I’m glad you have supportive friends (myself included) that are there for you and see you for the BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL person full of talent/potential! *tons of hugs*
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hey i like the way you write 🙂 and of course you are lovely. but i’ve learned that no matter what it’s much better to be lovely on the inside. i’ve met some shiety pretty people and some awesome not so pretty people. as i’m sure you have too. anyway, how do you put a picture up in the corner anyway? let me know. lata!
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i know how you feel sorta, I like to think that I’m pretty and want to feel like I’m beautiful but… you know reality kicks in (damn reality) and… you know, get depressed… *sighs* But still it’s not what I think or anything it’s how people percieve you and I think you are beautiful! xoxo
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you are an amazing person and i m sure grimmies right about your singing 🙂 you’re a good writer and person we all have problems with the way we are but they are people who still love you xxx
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Like the new pic! That necklace is great. I hope that you can find enough faith in yourself, without beating yourself up for feeling ‘vain,’ to achieve whatever dreams you have. I’ve told you before…you’re awesome. For one thing, you are a damn fine writer. Be confident and be proud! Don’t beat yourself up for knowing what you are good at.
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You have a vain bitch living inside you?? I wonder if I have one too lol I agree with the previous person, you are quite beautiful!! Are you mad at me?
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*swats* Either picture is no more or less you! You’re you, with a smile or not. You’re pretty and very much talented. You have to believe it, though. Someone, all of us, can tell you so, but in the end, you’re the one that’s going to have to choose to believe it. I know what you mean about wanting to be an actress, singer, ect. I love to sing, I sing all the time, especially in the car, and I was in choir. Can I sing? I don’t think so. But ’tis fun! And if you want to belt out something whilst on the phone with me, do so! Let go and go with the flow, as we were discussing last night. It feels good. And I’m not going to laugh or judge. Want a reason why they were jealous of you? You’re an individual, not a “carbon copy” (as you said) found in magazines or on television. You’re not scared to be you, instead of what the rest of world deems “right.” There is no right, but pop culture thinks there is. People envy the individual and fearless; I know I do! *HUGS* One last thing…I definitely have a vain bitch inside me. I like her; she’s confident, sure of herself, and a bitch. *grins* She’s the one who pushes through a crowd, saying…(con
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“Princess coming through.” Heh. *more hugs* ~
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*hugs you*
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You can STILL be an actress or a model or a singer! Oh, and I saw a woman at my bookstore today who reminded me of you! But I highly doubted you’d randomly be in Toledo 😉
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i think you are quite striking :o)
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People for the most part are evil creatures.. there are a few who aren’t.. but for the most part.. they’re evil.
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I’m sorry all that sh*t happened to you…or is happening to you…you don’t deserve it, you’re too nice for that! I hope things get better for you soon!
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People are so very evil. It’s not right. I’m sorry that you went through that. I’m sure you can sing great.
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