Hey, babes! I know this one is a little old, but since I'm brand spankin' new, and still trying to get the hang of things, I figured 'why not?!' So, here we go! @rambo @missy
Growing up, I knew I acted a little different from everyone else, I knew I spoke a little differently from everyone else, I knew I thought differently from everyone else, and because of my childhood, I KNEW I was different from everyone else.
When I was two, my mom passed away and I was left with my father, who wasn't too keen on raising a child and often abandoned his children, so he dropped me off with random friends and family members, which threw me into rough situations. At an early age, I had to learn to be independent and to fight through things no one should ever have to fight through.
In eight grade I learned how different my life was from everyone else's, and it threw me into a wave of depression. In this wave, I tried fixing myself, and when I couldn't, I tried killing myself. This went on for a couple of years until I learned that once again, I had to save myself.
Finally, I made it through. But when I resurfaced, I looked into the mirror and realized I wasn't me, I was a ghost, and I knew I had to go out and find myself or I'd be lost forever.
Now, I didn't bring you all here for a sob story...I brought you here to tell you what brought me here, and I promise I am getting to that. You see, through all of this, I suffered a lot of identity loss and self-esteem issues. When your a kid, not only do you notice your own flaws, but other kids notice them as well, and point them out. Even through high school, my own friends made fun of me, I was the curvy girl with a flat chest, and no one let me live that down.
Now, where did little Arori finally find herself? In none other than a bottle of brightly pigmented hair dye. She began going to salons, asking for crazy colors that made her feel BEAUTIFUL, no matter what it looked like to others. She found love and happiness in bottles of whites, reds, blues, and greens. She was different, but she was radiant.
While surfing around on Myspace (what a name drop!), she found a page full of brightly haired girls with other bright colors covering their skin and piercings galore! "Is this the mothership?!" she thought to herself....But, it was none other than the Myspace (there it is again) page for a little group called Suicide Girls.
These girls encouraged little Arori to keep on truckin' on with her crazy colors, dark makeup, and her wacky style until she eventually met her other crazy colored friends that accepted her and kept her pushing on. Little Arori is now a hair model, where people encourage her and beg her to let them dye her hair all sorts of colors.
So, why am I here? To give back. People like you guys helped me to realize that I'm not so different, that it's okay that I'm a little too loud and speak my mind, that I have loud opinions and want to have a place in the changing of the world, that my tattoos and piercings won't ruin my life, and that wearing clothes is sometimes overrated. I'm on my way to becoming a Suicide Girl because this is where I belong. I didn't have much of a family as a child, but I can tell that I am among my own people and that the mothership has come.
I love ya, crazy kids!
Xoxoxo
Arori
