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A few days ago, as I was watching the latest season of America's Next Top Model, I came across this one episode in which Stacey McKenzie, a top notch model who has walked for the world's greatest designers, shares her past struggles.
(Watch the full video here)
She was on the brink of crying herself, from reminiscing the hard way she learned about the ever so critical industry that is fashion. The model had tried going into one agency to another, but she always got rejected -even bullied for her looks.
I can only imagine what it's like to be her, facing the strict standards the fashion industry had set at the time or the stereotype people have in minds when it comes to beauty -even today.
Life is basically a bigger version of the fashion industry. It puts you in these boxes, and if you don't fit in any -you're different, and you're going to get kicked out.
Have you ever felt like you don't belong?
Well, I have for the past 18 years of my life.
I was never one of the popular girls, nor do I fit into the nerd category.
I barely had anything to identify myself with, until I discovered my scoliosis. From then on, I just became even more different, probably even more weird to some. And yes, I get the occasional hates, snickers, and bullies.
At some point in my life, I started wondering what's so wrong about being different.
And my sister said to me,
"People hate on what they don't understand, because that's so much easier than to learn."
That makes a lot of sense, now doesn't it?
I hate mathematics, because I don't understand -rather than try to compromise, and see where exactly I don't understand and fix it. (The latter obviously easier said than done)
No matter how many times I cry at how unfair life could be to me, it wouldn't change. I can't ever change how life works, but I can change how I see life.
Yes, I have built up walls after walls to protect myself,
and yes it still hurts like hell when someone out there talks badly about me.
But that's okay.
You can't please everyone either.
Life is too short to be mulling about who are friends with you and who aren't.
Stacey only got this far because she believes in herself anyway.
This blog is dedicated to celebrate the beauty of being different, of being too tall, too thick, too plain, too young, or too dark -of being ourselves and proud.
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