A normal girl.
This is to a girl who’s never been in heels, or in any parties; to someone who has never been seen in any shades above her eyes and lips and to someone who thinks her hair can go a day longer; someone who has no sense of wardrobe and even if it exists, the collection consists of most of her brothers’ or her dad’s extra pairs. She chases kittens and puppies instead of her fairy Disney clothing and makeups. It takes a courage more than enough to stay whatever the way she is, for the world is full of opinionated people; like a lion waiting for its prey to settle down in peace.
After a long run of years in her own ways, when a ‘non-normal’ girl enters the ‘normal’ girly environment, there’s always a rush of adrenaline through her brain; either because she wants to kill someone, or herself! The way she had been treated all these years seems vague. The way she let her hair fly, no matter how dusty the wind was, is now a careless act for her already dry hair. Too greasy, or too dry, she never knew the way her face felt until someone just poked out of nowhere to judge her skin for being too neglected. She’s seen her brothers doing well with the soap and a cold lotion. However, the list of face-washes, cleansers and what not… goes on. The shampoos and conditioners are just not well enough to suit her hair, she needs some extra sets of treatment gels which might take some extra grands that she saved for Oliver Sacks’ collection or the new smart watch she wanted to buy. For all these years she’s spent in black and white, pink and purple seems too bright for her eyes. And did you know there are shades for each color and the shades have their own shades depending on how bright they are? Well, you would if you roam cosmetics after cosmetics suppliers for a single shade that you’ve been told suits you!
The bold eyes behind black glasses were never this insecure for anything. But when her sidekicks get stared by someone she thought she could have a chemistry with, or when the interviewer seems to be okay with their CVs and not hers, or the messy buns they look good in and not her, or just because of the mirror on her wall, she gets upset for not being a girl; well, a normal-girl. All she did was stare at the popular high-school girls and gave a faded smile when they made fun of her cracked lips. She was capable of much more and no body saw beauty in her ideas. And she’s lost. Somewhere inside instagram hashtags and party pictures and perfect bodies with perfect morning faces, she lost what she was capable of; of being unique; of being herself. She’s now lost in incurable comments being passed at her and she trying her feet off to make things work out with her face and hair and body or whatever. Years earlier her stories showed emotions and BOOM! now her copied quotes never get as better as her own words. Yes, this is to someone who still thinks being normal means being indifferent. It is not. Take that mask off and run whichever way you like, wearing whatever takes to make you comfortable. You need to struggle within yourself to let that deity inside this devil be found!