Sunday, September 5, 2010


I wouldn't call this a dream. or a wish. or even a hope. It's more of a thought, a desire...something I've wanted and actually (kind of) believed in. This might sound stupid and inane, but I don't mind. It's the way I think.
Ever since I was little, I've wanted to be the eccentricity...the odd one out. I imagined myself as a girl adopted, with a Greek mother and a German father. At the age of 2, my parents had tragically died (something non cliche, of course), leaving me to be taken by another family...a family I'd grown to love. It was all inside my teeny, tiny head. My parents kindled with me and played around for a while. "Yes, we found you on the streets during our honeymoon", but after a while, I had to relinquish this "fairy-tale". I was just like everybody else. I was no different.
Although I'm older (and somewhat more mature), I've nullified the fact of adoption. Instead, I just hope I look different from the rest of my family. I don't want to look like my mother, father, and especially my sister (whom people says looks very much like me). Instead, I want to be the "unique" one.
Not only in myself, but I see flaws as beauty in others too. The ruffled, messy hair is sexy. A mole is beautiful. Two different colored eyes are stunning. Thick eyebrows are gorgeous. 
Usually, parents have to deal with  children nagging them with "this" or "that" so they can be part of the "in crowd". My parents, however, have to put up with me and my peculiar thoughts.



Zareena5683 said...

i love the sexy hair part. :]

but i really like the part where you say that the flaws in others are beautiful, i totally agree! i love people for their flaws!

Anonymous said...

Sometimes we don't really have to adhere to the society's norm. Being different is beautiful in it's sincerest sense. :)

:) said...

@zareena & novie: exactly! i think alot more people should be like that. not everyone's perfect.