Beautiful People

Looking to my right, my left, behind me, ahead me, I’m so different compared to everyone else. Girls, with their short shorts and revealing tops laugh with boys who are just as immature as kids; teenagers together gossiping about “this one girl.” I feel like a puzzle piece, trying and trying to fit with all these other “complete” puzzles. Even with my own friends, I feel this barrier of understandings and words. It’s like I’m living in this whole other world — the teenage world. Kids just want to grow up so quickly now, and, contrary to that, I just want to enjoy every second of my childhood. I also realized that to piece with one of these “puzzles” (in other words, getting accepted into a group of people), you need to, somehow, mold yourself into one of them. 

As time went by with lots of thought about this topic, something popped into my mind: We are all beautiful people and we don’t need to follow what the “teenage world” tells us to do. Every individual is a work of complex, colorful art. Express that. Don’t think about what others are thinking about you. Be who you are. Even if some people don’t like you for being that way, you’ll find other, true friends who genuinely love you for who you are. 

That’s my quick message for today! I hope you took something away from it.

Although it’s not perfect, it’s perfectly you. 

You’re awesome,

Solaia