Sorry about the sporadic posting, I guess I'm not too great at this whole blogging thing. XD. Well, I've been tidying up my blog a bit.
Here's a photo of me, a few weeks ago, all dressed up for college.
I don't get the chance to dress up much anymore at college...
It's hard.
Yes, I know, there I go, moaning because I can't wear what I want in a work-based environment. (Welcome to the real world.) I mean, it's just clothes...right?
Right.
Wrong.
Well...
You see, as I've previously said, college is hard.
Well, that's nothing new. Of course it's hard. School is hard. Work is hard. But it's not just about the workload, it's the fact that I feel trapped and lost and that I'm not good enough and nothing will ever be right again.
*sigh*
And I've cried and felt useless and despondent and I've got angry and muttered curses to the world under my breath and picked myself up, only to have a little thing start it all again.
Sucks huh?
Then, I relax, take a deep breath and tell myself not give up because you can do this because you are you and no can take who you are away from you, so don't walk away just because you made a tiny mistake that you've made a big deal out of and feel like your teachers don't understand your way of thinking, because you are a princess.
I am a princess.
*cue eye-rolling*
Well, that's nothing new. Of course it's hard. School is hard. Work is hard. But it's not just about the workload, it's the fact that I feel trapped and lost and that I'm not good enough and nothing will ever be right again.
*sigh*
And I've cried and felt useless and despondent and I've got angry and muttered curses to the world under my breath and picked myself up, only to have a little thing start it all again.
Sucks huh?
Then, I relax, take a deep breath and tell myself not give up because you can do this because you are you and no can take who you are away from you, so don't walk away just because you made a tiny mistake that you've made a big deal out of and feel like your teachers don't understand your way of thinking, because you are a princess.
I am a princess.
*cue eye-rolling*
That sounds rather wishy-washy and fantasised doesn't it? 'Oh no, it's one of those', I hear you say. For me, being a princess is more than eating cake, lounging around delicately sipping tea whilst admiring my perfectly manicured nails and waiting for my prince on a white horse to whisk me away. It's about being the best I can be and being true to myself because princesses (in my opinion) are strong and courageous and brave.
And they will not allow anyone to make them doubt theirselves and think they are not good enough.
Back to the original point; wearing pretty clothes reminds me I am a princess. They make me happy. They give me something beautiful to hold on to when I feel there's nothing else. But I can't rely on clothes for my happiness, I have to rely on myself. So I take the beautiful feeling and put it in my heart and take it with me everyday.
Because I'm a princess.
But more importantly, I'm myself.
And I'm beautiful.
And so are you.
And they will not allow anyone to make them doubt theirselves and think they are not good enough.
Back to the original point; wearing pretty clothes reminds me I am a princess. They make me happy. They give me something beautiful to hold on to when I feel there's nothing else. But I can't rely on clothes for my happiness, I have to rely on myself. So I take the beautiful feeling and put it in my heart and take it with me everyday.
Because I'm a princess.
But more importantly, I'm myself.
And I'm beautiful.
And so are you.
