(FICTION) – PINK AND CHEMICALS.

Suzan writes…

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PINK AND CHEMICALS.

You had always loved the colour pink. the ultimate colour of girly girls, the universal favourite colour of the silicon doll,Barbie.
Pink was the official shimmering colour of childhood. Pink shirts, pink shoes, pink dresses,pink rooms and pink headbands.
The cool girls in your class wore it at every birthday parties. They walked by in groups and showed off their latest pink accessories.
You wished she could be like them – the cool girls in pink. But you weren’t, you were just an admirer of pink and the perfect life that comes with it because those girls made You think you were too dark for the colour, you had thick short hair that won’t fit in with their straight permed hair and you had extra baby fat around your pudgy feet. You felt you weren’t by any means in the same standards with those girls. You got home and complained to your mum about being different from the cool pink kids but your mum shook her head and said to you “You are perfect, my beautiful baby girl”. But you felt your mum wasn’t encouraging, she couldn’t understand the pressure of being perfect.So you kept your mouth shut and said no more.

You grew up so fast, your hips were out, your breasts were plump and your backside wasn’t bad either. So you decided it was time to look the part, it was time to join the “pink ladies”. All for you to be ridiculed and teased.
“You can’t look “Fab” with that thick hair of yours. You have to straighten it and wear more shinning shades of lipstick.” They said and when you looked at the mirror you failed to realise how perfect you really were; body and soul, in and out.
And so you agreed with the rest of the world and changed your unique look. Your dark spongy hair was gone to welcome a straight pressed splits. It was washed away with the old smelly chemicals. Then you thought you finally looked the part.
Until you were told you were fleshy and thicker to fit in the “pink ladies” type-of- outfits.
“But I have always being this way and I’ve been told I look good.” you said and then again, they laughed and teased you.
Then you were confused because you ate healthy and your mum always told you how beautiful you looked. So you went home, looked into the mirror and began to see things from their point of view. Maybe they’re right, you thought. I don’t look perfect.
Sadly, you went to your bathroom and stuffed your fingers down your throat. You did this for a while but every time you did, you became unhappy, you weren’t satisfied, your stomach ached and your throat itched. You had fowl breath and you had tears in her eyes.

Then, you realised it was your life. You didn’t need to look “the part”. If only you could see how beautiful and real you were born to be.
So you sat in front of the mirror and took a sharp scissors through your hair. you cut it all off and all was left was your old spongy hair. You burned the spiky hair, together with your insecurities and doubts.
You grew out your new hair and your self confidence grew too. It was a gradual process but it was worth it. So when you looked into the mirror, you realised you were perfect all along, you didn’t have to play the part, you did not have to hide behind the facade of anyone. You were different and special because some of us are just born to be different and special. Some of us won’t have the colour “pink” when growing up but that’s alright because we don’t need those chemicals to tell us how we should look because we ain’t cut out from the same coat.
You were told from the time that you were young to hide the things that you don’t like about yourself inside yourself but right now you are just fed up of attempting to be someone else.
Finally, your mother’s words came back to you.
“You are perfect, my beautiful baby girl”.

THE END.

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  1. I love your post it was so relatable. My favorite line that really spoke to me was ” You grew out your new hair and your self confidence grew too. It was a gradual process but it was worth it. So when you looked into the mirror, you realised you were perfect all along, you didn’t have to play the part, ” great job!

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