What is it that makes up a woman? I must admit, I'm severly influenced by the fashion magazines. But at the same time I'm in love with Nylon Magazine..which is a anti-women's magazine, for women.
So this is what I'm pondering.
Must we be quiet?
Can we be intelligent?
How sexy can we be till we cross a line?
Do we get to wear t-shirts? Cleavage?
I prefer debatable beauty. But sometimes I want everyone to approve.
In England there's this saying, Mind The Gap. The idea being that you mind the gap between the train and the platform. Well the transition between youngin to young adult has got me feeling like the gap is ever present. And once I've realized I've made a mistake, do I jump back to the steady platform where I've been waiting, bored and uninspired. Or do I make the leap to the train, a train that will be racing through the most gorgeous parts of the world, and yet I have no idea what's ahead or what the places really hold.
It's interesting, coming out of a dark train tunnel and into the light. A wonderful feeling, and yet whooshing back into a tunnel somehow feeds the soul as well. So perhaps it's key to make the leap, but enjoy everything that's been and everything that was. Because, ultimately, even though I'm shedding my skin and becoming something-- who I WAS correlates to who I AM.
Unfortunatly, we can't just pull a Peter Pan and skip adulthood. And as much as I've tried..life keeps pulling me forward.
I adored the grunge phase, but it's nice going shopping for suits with my Mom at Banana Republic. I've spent so long detering relationships, and avoiding responsiblitiy, and just hiding in general. I don't regret anything; I am who I am because of everything that hurt, but the future is looking wonderful, now that I've accepted it.