Growing up, I was never really in a group. I had a few friends and that was pretty much it. I never cared how I dressed or if my hair was up or down or perfect. I did things because I liked it and wanted to and didn't care if others thought I was weird, because I had fun. I have continued this throughout my life. Sure my aspects changed as I grew. But I didn't change because of others, I changed because of me. It's what I wanted. It's what I was interested in. It's what was part of me.
Now, at 22, I am still figuring out what I want to do when I grow up. It's okay, I'm still happy. I'm doing what I want for my own personal reasons and goals. What I didn't know was the effect I have had on those around me.
My hairdresser's daughter is out in her first year at college. (We grew up together, her daughter and I. We weren't the closest, but we're still friends.) While getting his hair cut, our hairdresser told my dad stories about her baby girl's first year in college. Mingled in with stories of tests and new friends, she told my dad the following story.
"So, Danielle is at school and she's in the middle of the courtyard walking towards her class. She's nervous about who she may meet, how she thinks she should act, what the work is all going to be like. When she thought to herself, and this is exactly what she told me, "I thought to myself, I'm going to be me. I'm going to be like Lyssa and embrace my weirdness."
I, honestly, had never felt so complimented.
Now, I do care how I look...but the only opinion that really matters is mine. I love retro clothing and makeup styles. I feel they suit my face and fashion style well and really stay classic. Thus the name of my blog. Red Lips and Cat Flicks. I still enjoy swings, climbing trees, bicycle rides to the park, making up nonsensical words, handmade gifts, singing at the top of my lungs in the shower and the car and while I'm cleaning when no one else is home. I play with makeup. I photograph. I roll around on the floor to play with my fur ball pup, Maximus. I watch Disney movies when I'm sick or sad or, really, whenever I feel like it. Because that's me. That's my weirdness.
So, go out. Be you. Embrace your weirdness.
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