Saturday, February 28, 2015

We Meet Again...

It has been a very long time since I've been here. Sitting at my computer with words in my head and a  blank page on the screen. It's funny, isn't it, how we can leave something behind for so much time and  when we come back it still feels natural? Like it was only yesterday that I was in this same seat.

In many ways this is a space that describes my high school years. Not in so many words to name names, but closely enough that I remember how I was feeling through it all. The good, the bad, the ugly.

I'm not sure that this is something I want to use to do the same with my time at university, but here I am sitting here tonight. I guess we will just have to see what comes of it, won't we.

When I wanted to write, but was short on inspiration, I would scroll through endless pages of photos - beautiful places and people, inspirational quotes, dresses, and landscapes, and desserts, and love. I could always count on finding something that I had an opinion about. One that I wanted to share with this space, whether anyone read what I had to say or not was neither here nor there. It doesn't much matter how many people read your words when you are only writing for yourself anyways.

Today my source of inspiration is much the same as it was those days.

"Don't ever compliment me by insulting other women. That's not a compliment, it's a competition none of us agreed to."

These words don't need to be expanded upon, this is an important message and it has been stated very clearly, though of course you know I will anyways.

I can't count how many times I've been told "you're not like most girls."

Of course I'm not.

But doesn't that just seem to be too obvious a statement - it's not like we're all related or something.. I can't see a reason for why I would be like most girls.

And lets stop here for a second.

What's wrong with "most girls"? Because last time I checked, and I know I'm right about this, we're all different. We all have our own strengths and weaknesses. We all have unique relationships with the world around us. There is no categorization that "most girls" could possibly fall under.

We are not interchangeable. We are individuals.

So why should this line be handed out like it's a compliment? I don't want to be like any of these other girls that you speak of, but that has never and will never mean that that makes me superior to any of them, or any of them superior to me.

Continuing on -

Comparing me to your ex, your sister, your best friend, your mother or any other female and telling me that I'm "better" does not boost my confidence.

I would expect that you feel differently about me than your do about them but I have no interest in you sizing me up in comparison.

I am entirely unique. I am my own person and no one shares my thoughts.

You are not comparing the stats of a new and and old iSomething.

I hope that you appreciate who I am, quirks and all, but don't use your appreciation for me as amo to put someone else down.

- xx, K.