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. 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 on 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.
Now, I am a University graduate, struggling to find my path. All I want to do with my life, is to write. I am trying to find a way to make my dreams reality. Uncertainty remains, and I find myself focusing on the things I find beautiful. These are the things that keep me going, fill me with hope, and renew my determination when it fails.
Books, photography, music, makeup, hair, fashion, art....these are my passions. This blog is dedicated to the beautiful things that keep me dreaming.