I know it’s a simple title, but that’s all this post is: me. It’s not at all complicated. Just honest and true. I hope you don’t mind that. 😃🙂 Here goes:
I’m the girl who wears baggy charity shop shirts and ripped jeans (before they became fashionable). I’m the girl who gets the most angering and humiliating stares every time she tells someone that she’s thirteen and a half, going on fourteen. The eyebrows shoot up and you hear an indistinct mumble that sounds something like “Sorry, thought you was like eleven or something.” *face palm closely followed by withering glare*
I am who I am and I honestly don’t care what others think, but there is something that I do worry about sometimes.
I see girls my age who are tall, have the latest trendy clothes and mobile phones, who look about four years older than they are. And I don’t envy them. I just wish they wouldn’t judge me.
They see a little girl and that’s not who I am. In fact, I haven’t felt like a little girl in years. I actually often forget that I’m not an adult. I feel like one sometimes. I get up at 5:30 every morning to read the news and I reckon I know, and care, more about what’s happening in the world than most adults.
My guess is that my ‘child’ brain is full of ideas that are equal to any grown up. I’m not saying I wish I was an adult and that I want to be treated like one, I definitely don’t desire to grow up too fast. People who know me well say I’m already too serious.
That’s what I love about this blog. You hear my words and you get an insight into my world. You get the opportunity to get to know me, without having the chance to judge me. Not that all of you would, of course. A lot of commenters have said how mature I am and that makes me feel so good. I have so much to offer. As a friend of mine once said, “Anyone would think you were eleven until you open your mouth”. I took this as a compliment.
I’d like to say that I’m not trying to hide myself, I just want to be defined by my character, not my appearance. I wish those girls walking down the street would appreciate that too. I strongly believe that beauty is what’s on the inside, not the out. But sometimes, in my mind, those words seem so distant and meaningless.
I’m also not saying that everyone judges me. That’s definitely not true. A lot of people do it without thinking, that’s not their fault.
Sorry, I hope you didn’t find this too much of a rant, I felt like a bit of a ramble!
Can you relate to this? What are your thoughts? Please send me a comment, I’ve really opened up here and would appreciate any heartfelt words of advice, inspiration or encouragement. Thank you all so much!