I Am, or So I Thought

I think every person has their own identity and beauty. Everyone being different is what is really beautiful. If we were all the same, it would be boring. ~Tila Tequila
I Am, or So I Thoughta

Face it, you’ll never be one of “those” girls. You know the ones, the smooth-talking, smoldering sex bunnies who can convey a feeling with just a look. You’ll never be that mysterious girl in the corner, urging men to talk to you. You’ll never be cool or charismatic, sexy or subtle. Nothing will ever come effortlessly to you. You’ll never be able to pull off leather pants or sexting without laughing at yourself. You’ll never be able to go to dinner and not spill your water or leave without food in your teeth. You will forever remain one of those girls who always manages to capture the opposite of sexy perfectly. You’re clumsy, goofy and a little strange. You get men to laugh at you before they crave you. You fall up steps, off tables, and yes, sometimes get a little too drunk and talk to your waiter at the Mexican restaurant in Spanglish before asking for the Number 9 platter. You tell jokes and burp the first two letters of the alphabet. You spill your glass of wine and talk too loud. Yet, you yearn to be like those other girls, the ones who never spill and always whisper. Maybe you tried to be like these women for a while. And then, after months, years or decades of trying to hide those quirks and exude perfection, you probably learned a very valuable lesson about perfect people. They’re not real. They are people pretending to be perfect and hiding who they really are.

I Am, or So I Thought


In actuality, they are just plain boring. You may not have the perfect hourglass shape or hair that effortlessly cascades down your shoulders, but by golly,  at least you’re not fecking boring. Boring is the farthest thing from your repertoire. Personality isn’t something you yearn for, it’s something you take for granted. Yet while you’re wishing you had straight hair or big boobs, others wish they had your charm, your quirks, your inability to be dull. You are a refreshing gust of air, a hilarious entertainer, and the only honest one in the room with the balls to admit, guess what? I am flawed. People envy you. They envy that comfort you have with yourself.

The take from? This news may be breaking to some and old for others, but the more you remind yourself of it, the easier it is to accept and digest: We are all going to get old.We are all going to turn into versions of ourselves we no longer recognize or appreciate. We will get saggy, lumpy and wrinkled. We will all look at kids and crave their youthful looks.We will have spotted skin and curved spines. This is a certainty. Don’t believe me? Look at your parents. No matter how perfect you are today, you will not stay that way forever. Accepting this certainty means allowing yourself to breathe. You wear your quirks, whether you like the pattern or not. They are as unique as every freckle on your arm. They are what makes you different from the processed blonde sitting next to you. They are what people want to see, want to undress and get to know. They are your definer and your true style. No one can ever steal your quirks. They can’t buy the same ones or make theirs better than yours. They can’t go out and get new ones or make theirs bigger with some surgery. Your quirks may be the one thing that people can’t try and fake. So why not own them, cherish them and make them your signature? Ah well, just some random thoughts, take them for what they are worth to you on this high gravity Monday.


Hat: Elysium, Icon Bowler
Hair: Soonsiki, Rat
Tie: Ison, Opulent Tie  @The Arcade December
Earrings: Ison, Opulent Earrings *rare* @ The Arcade December
Dress: *SoliDea FoliEs*, Mio w/o Collar  **NEW**
Skin: October’s 4 Seasons, Keiko Orchid (Cao edition)
Pose: .slouch




9 thoughts on “I Am, or So I Thought

  1. Omg! that first paragraph was like reading our night out some time back. Like you actually knew me verbatim, and then you get to the last paragraph and I am certain you know me….or are me lol. Love you dollface and truer words were never spoken ❤

  2. Perfect folks exhaust themselves putting on such a persona, it’s a great deal of work and a strain on the personality. It’s much better to be ‘yourself’ and then your friends will appreciate all the nuances that make them love you, and what is more – they can see themselves in your heart more easily without the disguises.

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