Be “Yourself”–A Poem Confronting Society

Be “Yourself”

But make sure yourself is a size 2

Blonde

Thigh-gapped

Cheerleader

Dating a football player

 

Be yourself.

But make sure yourself wears the perfect clothes

Not too little clothing

Not too much

You don’t want to be labelled easy

Certainly don’t want to be prudish, either, now do we?

 

Be yourself.

But make sure yourself wears makeup

Not too much

Not too little

Guys like you natural

But not that natural

 

Be yourself.

But make sure yourself talks the perfect amount.

Not too little

Not too much

Too little you must be “shy”

Too much you must be a “loudmouth”

 

Be yourself.

No, not that way.

Be yourself the way the way those runway models tell you

The way those sparkling individuals on the magazines scream at you to be.

 

And one last thing…

Conform.

Make sure yourself is just like everyone else.

…Be yourself

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Alright, you little readers, you.

This is a stark contrast to the humorous and bantering commentary of important matters that naturally springs forth from my pen to this blog..hmm, well, actually what springs forth from my laptop to this blog! …But I need you to know something. Confronting society itself isn’t always going to be a “running through wildflowers while licking an oversized lollipop” kind of thing people wish it would be. FOR EXAMPLE…on this very entry, someone made sure to point out how “upbeat” and “positive” the poem was. (Then pointed out they were using sarcasm).

This poem was for that reason exactly. This individual was simply proving my point. There will be myriads of people that you come across in life that feel you should cater to their negative opinions. As my good ol’ mom always says, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”

That being said, if we want to make any change for the better in this day and age, we need to be bold to expose society’s hypocrisy for what it is. Hypocrisy! We don’t want to tip-toe around these issues! This poem’s purpose was to open more peoples’ eyes to the lies they have been told about what true beauty really is, and to tell them, “Nope. You’ve been lied to. Beauty comes from the inside, and by the way… you don’t have to constantly obsess about what people think of you! Isn’t that awesome?! If you’re living happy, healthy, and kindly, then you’re better for it! Ignore the shallow.”

So, of course, this piece is going to be raw, and it’s going to be vulnerable. It’s sending a message.

I wanted to write something meaningful that depicted the confusion that youth and adults are faced with today, the ever-changing opinions and expectations of a world gone mad with ideals. A world we are faced with. Whether it be high school, the lunch room at work, or plain old anywhere…you shouldn’t have to change everything about yourself to feel worthy or accomplished.

This poem is supposed to show how all the seemingly “harmless” opinions add up to where no one feels they can win. This what society is instilling into us, and we need to do our best to reject those lies told to us in our everyday life.

We, indeed, should truly and authentically be ourselves. (And not the cookie-cutter image people are expecting us to live up to). This poem’s root and underlying purpose is to show one person at a time that the world around us is always going to have an opinion. About what we look like, what we sound like, what we act like, it’s always trying to categorize. It’s our job to go against the grain, and be who we really are, no strings attached. If that means being a cheerleader, a soccer player, a run of the mill average ol’ human being, do it with spunk and do it knowing your worth.

You’ll be better for it in the end if you shrug off the “you’re this” and “you’re that”.

You are precious the way you are, and unless its hurting yourself or others, be authentically you.

Signing off,

Hannah

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Growth, Trees, and..what? Patience??

Hey, you! Yeahh, you. The one with that weird haircut and your eyes glued to the screen. Gosh. You look like you haven’t gone outside in months. Well, good news, couch potato! I definitely haven’t forgotten about you..although I wouldn’t blame you if you’d forgotten ME, at this rate.. Completely going off the blogging grid after posting an entry about my hopeful “blog schedule”? Ironic for even me, but seriously..

These last few months have been a roller coaster of ups and downs, and making time to post was nearly impossible. But no fear. I’ve still been writing! You guys just haven’t seen any of it yet. So, buckle your seat belts, folks. The silence is over, thank gosh. It was driving me a little crazy knowing I haven’t posted in so long, when I know I have more meaningful content to write than ever before.

This was written two days ago in the morning, looking out on the wonderful landscape of my high school Providence Christian Academy’s campus.

“The trees are winding and twisting every which way. They grow however they grow, effortlessly. Without a care in the world, they trust the tale of time to show them who they’ll be.

Patience. The tree has patience like no other. It cannot see itself growing. Actually, to HIM it seems like he’s forever rooted in one place. With no change to come.

But slowly, it realizes that there is meaning to the life even the smallest and the lowest of us are granted. Just takes trust.”

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These are some pictures I have taken at my high school’s campus last year, in the founding year of the school.

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But yes..I’m here to stay and have more content to come, including an entry of my relatively recent trip to New York City, around the time that the protests were going on.

In all the busy of these last few months, I’ve even gotten behind in reading what some of my favorite blogs have been posting! In the days and weeks and months to come, I will be working overtime. This isn’t something I’m going to give up on.

So, stick around for the ride..

Your lil ol’ blogger signing out,

Hannah

Junior Year & Growing Pains

Well, I’m here to break the news to everyone.

Five days ago, officially, I became a big bad junior in high school. Approximately one year until senior year, about ten giant leaps closer to graduation. So, yes, you’ve heard right. Hannah is growing up.

Wait! What are you doing?

Oh, come on! Pull it together, man! There’s no crying in blogging!

The truth is, it hadn’t even sunk into me until the first week of school that I, indeed, was finally one of those “big kids” that I always wanted to be more like. In second grade I remember my best friend Brooke and I always looking at the juniors and seniors, planning and imagining what we’d be like when we were finally “grown up” and about to go to college like them.

Now, instead of playing pretend we’re actually getting dangerously close to being on our own. Weird, huh? The days feel like years and the years are feeling like days.

So…my mom and I were going school shopping last week, just a girl’s night for her and I. Notebooks, binders, pens, highlighters, and the likes…nothing exciting, but just going out and shopping together was fun.

We were walking through the busy aisles and talking and laughing as we are accustomed to doing. She stops in her tracks in front of the food department and smiles a sad little smile at me.

“This is one of the last times I’m going to go school shopping with my baby.”

I smile back at her and wave off the comment. “Hey, maybe not! I’d have seven more years of this if I go to law school.”

She laughs, and we continue on the long voyage through the seemingly endless aisles of Walmart. Eventually, we check out with about our cart filled to the brim with school supplies.

And trust me, when I tell you this, guys…if there were ever a paper shortage on earth, just holla at me and I’ll send a notebook your way. When notebooks are 17 cents, we’re going to take advantage of it.

But, after the school supply fiasco, my mom and I still hadn’t eaten (at almost 9), so we decided to make a late night Wendy’s stop. We went inside, laughed, ate, talked, all as my mother tried her best to embarrass me by singing to the oldies on the overhead radio, but she didn’t embarrass me! (Mostly, because practically no one was there, but still…that’s progress!)

I knew at that very moment, this was a time that I’d remember for the rest of my life. Being with my mom, one of my very best friends (and sometimes, arch nemesis), and just having her be there for me. I know I’m lucky in that aspect. I have both my parents and they love me, no matter how much I resist them and would like my freedom at times, I know I would be lost without them.

So, on my first day as a junior, I could tell my mom was a little off. Being a mother is a tough deal. You take care of someone for years and years and then you are expected to let go…just like that. And my mom was just thinking of that inevitable clock ticking down.

I guess this piece is mostly to reassure everyone (especially those moms out there) that if your kid is growing up, don’t be scared! Being a mom doesn’t end at a specific point. I’ll always need my mom, no matter how old I am. Her motherhood doesn’t have an expiration date.

So, Mom..(since I’m sure we all pretty much know that this was directed toward you), thanks for all you do for our family and all that you have done specifically for me. I really appreciate it. I’m feeling all that excitement and joy looking forward to the future and all there is to come! I know you are too 🙂

Loveee you, Mom!

Hannah