hollywood

a monologue by a suicide girl


i have been criticised for my life choices in the past, but never has a decision been
so strongly protested as the one to get naked for suicide girls.
unstandably some peoples opinions are going to conflict with my own,
maybe they find it degrading to the woman her self,
beliving the female form is one that should only be shared within intamacy and that i am therefore proceeding to lower myself in character or dignity.
maybe they feel violated to be of the same sex as someone who so easily strips for little more than a laugh.
maybe this concept is one which merely strikes them with fear that their boyfriend may subscribe and "crack one" off to some one with a "better rack" then their own.
no matter what your reasoning i argue this is through your own insecruties,
your own fight with your own persona. not me. not mine. not ours. not us.


alternative woman are often seen in a differnt prospect from the ordinary in a way that causes curiosity or suspicion.
i am not only talking about "thick chavs" who can not comprehend or acknowledge someone, who is not wearing a matching tracksuit as their own,
i mean in all different areas of fashion and industery we are judged,
discriminated agaisnst,because of our body choices and modifications.
coloured hair, tattoos piercings, clothing, etc.
although to us they seem attractive and appealing,
these choices can be misunderstood by those who do not savour the same tatses.

i am proud to be a suicide girl.
i easily ignore those displaying feelings of scorn for what they regard as beneath theirselves.
my main reasoning stems from high school.
a cruel battle field where the ugly ducklings would always suffer.
at school girls, have done and will always, be bullied.
for choosing to be alternative,because they are considered not sterotypically attractive, because they are ginger,
have freckles are over weight, or of ethic minority group.
As these girls grow up they can try and change.
change their clothes, change their hair, change their friendship groups,
try and change their selves so they can fit more comfortably into society.
on suicide girls these girls are celebrated for how they look just how they are.
beauty they never realised they possessed seen, explored and loved.

i will use an infamous suicide girl as example for my argument.
she has a fake leg.to many this may automaticly cunjour images of a unattractive nature, unyet it looks so illustrious,so remarkable, you are instantly mesmorised,
but even with these quialites, holds no compariason with her beauty,
which i hate to think i could have missed out on seeing,
if it wasnt for sites such a suicicde girls.

my favioute ever suicide girl was called "candylac"
she had long ginger hair and double sleeves.
i doubt at school people told her they loved her hair ever day,
or told her anywhere near how amazingly beautiful she was.
unyet if i knew her i would not be able to stop myself blurting out on a minutly basis
how much i loved looking at her.

i guess i just wanted to share my veiws and reasonings within sg,
rather than justify my actions.

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this blog was originally posted for myspace but i thought i would post it here too just to share some ideas with you as im sure a great deal of girl can relate to some of my feelings