TO: Men all over the planet
RE: A righteous realization
DATE: May 3, 2010
A few days ago, I had a somewhat random, though incredibly important realization. It’s one I hope lasts because, honestly, it’s a liberating feeling. I don’t remember the last time I felt this free, this sure of myself, in my own body, in my own skin, wearing my own scars, both literal and metaphorical.
I don’t know what it is. Maybe something clicked. Maybe even this blog has been some sort of therapy for me. I’m sure even you boys have helped me too, in your own special way. But I was looking at some photos I took on my Blackberry over the last few months, and I couldn’t help but think to myself,”Is that really me?” It actually took me a moment to recognize myself.
So what’s this truth that hit me over the red-head like a ton on equally red bricks?
I’m not ugly. I’m not grotesque. I’m not weird-looking or alien-looking.
I’m me. And I am beautiful.
Why do I spend so much damn time thinking I’m not worthy or not some guy’s “version” of girlfriend material? No, wait, I take that back. Why in the hell do I WASTE so much time thinking those things? Because isn’t that what it boils down to…a huge waste of time, mental energy and giving boys (not you, of course, right, boys…?) more attention than they’ll ever deserve in their entire lives?
So sure, I may look at little different, but isn’t that a beautiful thing? If you’re being honest, boys, don’t you want to fall in love with someone who doesn’t look like everyone else walking (or rolling…) down the street? Don’t you want to fall in love with someone who doesn’t look like any other girl on the planet? Because ask anyone I know, and they’ll tell you I am unlike every other human being on the planet…probably in the universe too.
It’s like the Phil Collin’s hit True Colors, which is one of my favorite songs, by the way. If you’re not going to love me for showing my true colors (that are as beautiful and as sexy as a rainbow), then you know what? You’re not deserving of even standing in the shadow of my colors. And, really, it’s something you’ll one day regret missing out on.
The same goes for you, too, boys. I hope you’ll never hide any part of yourself because whether you know it now or not, one day, someone is going to love you because of every single part of you, not in spite of this part of that part. That’s really what true love is at the end of the day, isn’t it?
So take a look my face, boys. How could you resist me…or that perky, seductive and ever-so-mysterious smile of mine?