Growing up, I idolized my older sister. She knew everything I didn't. While I fumbled through adolescence, she floated. As we got older, she took risks with fashion and makeup, while I hid in oversized boys clothes. She was thin and tall, and I....wasn't. To me, my sister was, and still is, beautiful.
While she had a social life, I found the things that made me beautiful. Music became my everything. Books were my world. My inner-self was full of joy, hope, and enough dreams to last a lifetime. But my outer-self was just as awkward and embarrassed as ever.
By the end of my first year in high school, I had given up trying to fit in. I had already spent the last few years desperate to change the way I looked, the way I dressed, and the things I said. It was exhausting. I spent the remainder of high school and the first year or two of University hiding.
Always a late bloomer, eventually, and very slowly, I started to grow up. My interests began to expand. I started to actually care about the image I presented to the world. I started to feel better about myself.
Books, photography, music, makeup, hair, fashion, art....these are my passions. This blog is dedicated to the beautiful things that keep me dreaming.
xo Shannon
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