The Girl I Want to Be..

I used to look at myself in the mirror and wonder if I would end up being that girl that masks my face in make-up paired with a mini skirt and a too revealing tank top and over accessorized with over sized chunky meaningless jewelry; the kind of girl that copies her friends with activities that every parents would shake their hands and wag their fingers to, the kind of girl that knows for a fact that mimicking a clique is not quite her thing, but does it anyway because she was never taught to take a stand and be herself, or would I end up being the girl who does not quite know who she is and decides to wear black pants, black shirts, black hair, black lipstick, black everything - the girl who wears black until she finally realizes that the sun actually shines and black does not reflect quite well on it so finally I end up being the girl who discovers that there are actually fashion guides on every newsstand, billboard, and the 1980’s yearbook that was lost in my mothers’ boxes labeled “The Golden Days,” and with each new discovery I end up being the girl who dresses with a modern classic twists inspired by Lady Gaga and Twiggy (two complete different generations and styles but together make me look like I have actually found what individuality looks like), with loads of mascara to make my eyes look like huge elaborate circles on butterfly wings, with a classic black cropped cardigan, bold shoulders and rhinestones in a floral pattern, and under it a button down ruffle shirt tucked into carrot top pants and beautifully shines nude pumps that screams “I’m classy but not in the classic way!” and finally I put my hair in a high messy bun with dangling pearl earrings; this is when I look at myself in the mirror once again and I, after what seems like years of trying to identify who I am, I finally recognize my own reflection; I know longer wonder what type of girl I will end up becoming, because I have finally found her. 

 

[This was an assignment in my Storytelling class where I had to write the beginning of a story (250 words) in one sentence]