judgement day is everyday

.Judge Me.

We all have one judgement day, right?

Wrong

everyone gets judged everyday.

for the clothes we wear

money we make

how smart we are

good or bad habits

and so on and so on

I think the day I realized all this was when I started getting peircings, tattoos, and smoking.

I lost friends due to these things, I lost teacher's respect, even some family started to look at me differently.

It's sad and almost amusing to see how differently we look at the world once the mold is broken.

It's not like I killed someone or anything like that.

I just permantly changed the physical me.

But no one ever thought it strange when women started dolling themselves up or wearing heels, because these changes are just for the moment.

We all pay a price by leaving "normal" behind.

But as children we were told to be ourselves, be individual, be unique, yet when we show our true colors and what really makes us happy it's scoffed at, almost looked down upon like it's wrong to be that way.

Why is it so wrong for the want, the drive, the thrist to be different?

As a child, I always wanted to be like the other girls; have the long hair, be scared of bugs and take dance; but as I got older I realized I wasn't obssesed with the color pink, cheerleading or getting the "hottest" guy.

I wanted to get the good grades, have a life other than inside the walls of the school, and be myself.

I was one of the few girls I knew that had a thirst for something more.

I was facinated with peircings, hair dye, and tattoos.

And as I started exploring these things, I genuinely enjoyed them, I began to notice how people started looking at me differently.

I had some crazy hair

burgandy, blue, red, black, purple, brown

Then I got the metal

two in the ears, the nose, the lip, the belly, the crack, the toe, the tongue

AND

then the tattoos

six total [so far]

and because of all these things I'm apparently

Not as smart anymore, not as respectable anymore, and obviously a bad person.

But unlike alot of the "good" kids I know I've NEVER done drugs or the sort.

Yes, I smoked. Yes, I drank. [pregnant now so I wont]

But that was the extent of my bad behavior.

So because I broke a mold and stepped into my own skin I'm not normal.

But then...

WHAT IS NORMAL?

normal is what YOU make it

and for me

normal is...

peircings

gauges

tattoos

dyed hair

and

smoking

So go create you're own sense of normal and break the mold of what we are suppose to be and how we are suppose to look or act