A few months ago I overheard a conversation between a young girl and older woman. The teenage girl’s hair was dyed a vibrant shade of emerald at the roots, teal at the ends and fuchsia in between. Her nose, lip and eyebrow were pierced; she looked like a lot of girls her age.
The older woman, her grandmother maybe, dressed in jeans and a sweater pressed a finger to her chest and said, “don’t think there’s not a tattooed, pierced girl in here. Just because I look like this doesn’t mean I’m not like you inside.” The girl graced the woman with a small smile as they walked off.
I thought about how I see myself, how others see me, how I really am. I thought of this post I wrote over a year ago and not much has changed. I don’t know if my insides will ever completely sync up to my outside. I know I’m honest and outspoken, funny and intense, clumsy, impatient and a big pain in the backside at times. I may wear slacks, dresses, jackets and heels to work most days but there’s still a young girl inside who wore boots, leather, black everything and shaved her head once. The magic is in embracing all of it.
Anybody else feel this way?