Anti_Status Quo

Initially this is how I looked like on my first day of my ‘Staying the same journey’. I just figured it would be really rude if I showed you how I looked like now without showing you how I looked like beforehand, when I got all the compliments about how I looked, dressed and presented myself.

I must admit though, there was a huge contrust between how I looked like from my first day to my last. I decided to document my look everyday besides my last because on the last day it was more about me. I wasthe documentation, I was a walking piece of art myself. However there is a picture of how I looked like the day before the last though. 

I’ve never lost complexion over dirt though hahahahahaha, like ever! this was my first time.It was quite interesting I must say. I wouldn’t even have long conversations with peple I knew anymore... Let’s save that for another day shall we.. Haha

This is me after my body uncomfortable experience. I’m all washed up and clean. I’ve actually learned a lot about who I and staying true to myself. Truth is: People will always have their own extended opinions about you regardless of how you dress, look or treat them. What really matters isn’t how much their perception of you affects you but in how you react to it.Some one once said “People and general situations are powerless without your reaction”. 

I do not for a second believe that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger but I do believe that being true to yourself is the greatest respect one can ever earn and give to themselves. Society can group and classify me as anything because that’s all it can ever be able to do: Label.

If it were’t for society and the power it has over you, would you stand tall and bold for absolutely every choice you make? (I doubt it) 

It’s really starting to go down how I initially thought it would but only with some people. Apparently I’ve already started to smell so people are keeping their distance from me. I guess one isn’t as easily accepted by society. If they are, they are easily shunned and forgotton about because they don’t fit in within the ideology.

I went to the mall with a couple of friends today. I realised how it doesn’t cost a thing for people to point fingers and judge without knowing exactly what one might be going through. I don’t like being looked at, quite frankly I don’t understand what gives peole the motive to look at something which they are not willing to change (if at all it’s not in place).

The itching won’t stop. The dirt between my teeth keeps me from conversting with my peers. I worry. Perhaps more than I should. With everybody telling me what to do, what I should’ve done, what choices I should’ve taken, I’m heavily burdened with the weight of judgement. 

“Please don’t come near me nextweek”, I don’t wanna be associated with you I hear them saying. They proud themselves in representing a socal construction that merely takes the time to half empathise with them.

They are what makes up society, they are called people, friends and family.

I wish I could stop scratching. I met my aunt this morning and I had to choose my words right in order to avoid saying much. It’s not easy at all tryna keep up with yourself when everybody else expects you to be ing else or act in a certain way rather. I haven’t taken this shirt off yet, my neck iches. I can’t possibly stop scratching and popping my pimples too, I think not acquinting myself with water is the worst choice I’ve ever had to make, living with the consequences is even harder.

I like the compliments: