Out Of Vogue
I feel like the girl in a John Hughes movie – the one who doesn’t wear the right things, say the right things. Comes from the wrong side of the tracks. Isn’t cute or popular. Aiming for attention from the most popular boy around.
I’m too quiet, I don’t like confrontation. I get anxious, I have depression. I’m big, I hate how I look.
I try too hard to get people to like me, because I don’t like myself. I get upset thinking that my voice is lost in a sea of others (especially on Twitter, for some reason)
I’m all of those things- but I had this idea. This idea that people think is silly, impossible, foolish. Most of all impossible.
I’m all of those things above but I can also be stubborn, brave, honest and genuine. It took a lot of strength to stand up and say “You know what, this is me.” It took more strength than I think anyone can realise.
So I’m the girl in the John Hughes movie. But this isn’t a movie, and Robert Pattinson isn’t going to come in and share a birthday cake sitting on top of a table after a tragic family wedding and an underpant-stealing geek (ten points for the Sixteen Candles reference)
I just want him to know. That for whatever reason, I found him a source of strength to stand up and fight for a bigger issue than him, than me.
I love reading everything you write. Honest, to the point, articulate.
You’re doing a great thing, and it doesn’t matter whether anything ever comes of it or not. You’ve proven not just to the big bad world but to yourself that you are strong and determined enough to stick it out through all of this and poke your head out in the face of adversity.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget that, and it’s a source of inspiration to me.
Never forget that. x