Well, all my life living in Alabama I was picked on throughout my school years as the ugly one. Boys made me highly uncomfortable with my self image and I became super insecure. I really did think I was super ugly and different, and I never wanted to dress like a girly girl. I was so scared every day of my school life, that I would wear a big heavy jacket all year long, even through the harsh summers cause it protected me from their eyes and insults.
It wasn't till I got to move to California and live with my father at the age of fifteen, that I realized there was a huge variety of open minded people who were just like me. Everyone was there own person and super friendly. The moment I sat down at a lone lunch table on my first day at school, two chicks came up to me and befriended me. I probably made ten new friends that day! There were girls with hair on their arms, uni-brows, acne, some had talent, some had charisma! And they all were open minded and welcomed new friends left and right. Kids would look at my art and say it how awesome and jealous they were rather than the kids who would call me a witch and say I was some devil worshiper.
A few years later living in California, I grew more confidence, I became stronger, and most of all I was able to wear whatever I wanted without being insulted or a butt of a joke. I made friends later down the road who reminded me of myself when I was insecure and made it my job to always show them its OK to be yourself, do, and wear whatever they wanted. That it shouldn't matter what other people think! Now, I look at them and most of them are living crazy lives, having open relationships, headstrong, opinionated, confident individuals and I am proud of them all! I'm not taking credit of who they all turned out to be, but I like to think that I had some part in helping them.
Now, I'm twenty-three years old, in a relationship going on four years. The man I am with has built up my confidence to the strongest point that I literally believe there is not one person who's opinion can bring me down! Now I go on my tumblr blog and check out the tag called "Positive Body Image" and see all these girls (boy included!) who post themselves in pictures nude, in underwear, etc. Telling people about their journey about loving their self mentally and mostly physically. Often times I reblog the posts and send them positive messages like "YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!" or "There is nothing wrong with you, you are undeniably gorgeous, embrace it girl!" so they know someone out there is looking out for them, someone is on their side.
And that is why I wanted to become a Suicide Girl! I want to show everyone, it doesn't matter if you got tiny boobies, it doesn't matter if you are chubby, dye your hair wild, have fifty piercings in your face, tattoos, body hair, gay, transgender,
WHATEVER! It all makes you unique, and once you learn to love it, you will live a happy life, there is always someone on your side rooting for you and I am one of them! *fist in the air*
IF I CAN DO IT! SO CAN ANYONE ELSE! LOVE YOURSELF! ^-^ <3 <3 <3 <3
p.s: sorry if this was hella long :D
for the lovely @missy
