Vloging

Vloging. Apparently that’s what people with no life and lots of free time do. I’ve decided to give it a try, to get some stuff off my mind. I don’t think anyone is gone read this but I guess I’m just doing this for me. And if someone is reading this, I’m just hoping I wont boar you.

I used to be the ugly ducklin , the girl whom fantasies about a prince charming and whom boys would only talk to, to make fun of. With my long and messy brown hair framing my freckled face, with my bushy eyebrows, my big teeth, my nerdy glasses, XL t-shirts and baggy pants. None of those things were very flattering for a girl, all thou I still had one asset, my eyes. Blue, green just like my dads. I always was the last pick in sport (even thou I frankly wasn’t that bad at sports) or the object of an unpleasant conversation. I’d spend hundreds if not thousands of night sobbing on my pillow, going on and on about my un-fairytale like life, I’d punch my mirror for reflecting my appearance and look at the tears rolling from by beautiful eyes to my freckled cheeks and plumped lips.
But then I decided it was enough, that I had to start leaving free. Meaning I had to stop caring of what people thought about my looks and enjoy my young life with my friends. So I did, all thought it didn’t stop me from thinking I was ugly, every time a cute guy passed by. And threw out the years I morphed, I grew so my teeth wouldn’t look so big anymore and in proportion with my face, I plucked my eyebrows in to thin lines complimenting my eyes, I swapped my glasses for contact lenses, cut my hair and died them black and started to wear fashionable clothes. At first I still missed that self-confidence thou, but it came later on when I realized guys stated to turn around when I passed by in the street. Not that I was ( or am ) sexy or drop dead gorgeous.
And at 15 years old, when I was out on the beach with some friends, I met my first boyfriend. There wasn’t a word to put how happy I was, at last it seemed like my fairytale came true, the ugly ducklin had morphed into a swan and Cinderella after finding her glass shoe ( my self-confidence ) had met prince charming.
But I soon came to realize that life wasn’t like in the books and that prince charming didn’t exist. Ya I got dumped after summer holidays , but hey, I moved on ( even thou it took me nearly a year ) and like the saying says, there’s tones of fish in the water.

Freedom

My definition of a free society is a society where it is safe to be unpopular - Adlai Stevenson