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I remember it as though it were yesterday...all the boys would taunt
and tease me getting others to join in the ridicule by making mention
of how my arms were so hairy and considered to be very "manly."
I would
try to defend my "abnormalcy" but always having the feeling of
inadequacy but not wanting to give them the satisfaction. I felt
nothing but severe isolation and went through a rough bout with my
self-esteem and almost quitting school for good. But my determined
demeanor wouldn’t allow it and for that quality about myself I am
dearly grateful.
I would come home from school in tears repeatedly to
my mother asking why? why? was I made so different. Attempting to
confide in her to make sense of the cruelty. As I have become older and
learned to be comfortable in my own skin I have indeed gained some
wisdom and am more accepting or empathetic to those in similar
situations.
Because of certain physical features which according to
societal standards is not "normal," and I use that term very loosely.
No one on this earth can define the word yet it is used in context as if
they know the true meaning.
My goal and/or mission is to shed some
light by providing some insight, perhaps evoke courage in all women
with hairy arms to stand proud for who they are and let what others
tell you just roll off your back like water. We are smart, beautiful,
and exotic looking beings holding limitless potential just itching to
be unveiled to the world.
Through my strong will and perseverance I
have won against all odds. Growing up for me was like a nightmare that
could not be escaped, a life that never gets noticed only ignored. Why
is that? What am I supposed to be learning...other than people are
cruel and I have turned my cheek time and time again that I have no
more cheeks left to turn.
Blind leading the blind into this world we
call earth. Humans are our own worst enemy and so as we advance or
evolve we are eliminating ourselves in the process...for every supposed
"great" discovery we are compromising a piece of our moral fiber. This
is not how it should be....since when has materialism, sex, and cruelty
became a part of our daily being?. What happened to us?...where did we
go wrong? Since when do things or people make us or break us?.
As I
have matured I found my biggest passion is to express myself freely (no
censorship) through words and photographs to provide others with a
sense of perspective seen through my eyes. Through sharing of my
experiences I hope to achieve just that with other girls like me through
this site by educating those willing to learn. My love of expressing my
thoughts, feelings, and opinions on paper branches out so when read it
would provoke deep thought into others so they may think before they
act.
My true inspiration is I thrive on pushing aside pessimist views by
going out and proving society wrong. That's what keeps me going; and to
help show a world of "can't do's" the "can do". The more numbers that
participate the better.
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