Never judge a book by its cover.

I'm beginning to realize that I think much clearer at night when the world is silent. There is something about silence that has such a mystery to it, yet holds all the answers. Today at work, I had the day to myself with little distraction. Normally, when I'm to myself, I think a lot. I thought about how much I've changed over the course of my life, how much I have accomplished and future events. I'm not sure anybody can think of their future without thinking about their past. I've had my fair share of hard times and extreme lows. As I believe I mentioned in my last blog, I'm not the same person I was a year ago, by any means. The handful of people I stay in close contact with know this. I'll spare you the details, but I will say I've began to grow into my own person, to be comfortable in my own skin. Without the negative opinions and encouragement of the people around me, I'm not sure I would have been able to achieve the level of comfort I have in myself.

Upon scrolling through my Facebook feed tonight, one of my friends posted this status, ""You're pretty already. You don't need all of that stuff on your body to be attractive." This point would be valid if I got my tattoos and piercings with the hope of becoming more attractive. I am confident in my looks and personality enough to know that I am the same with or without the modifications. And if a person can't deal with them, then they're missing out on one of the coolest people they'll ever meet. Doesn't hurt me one bit." The person that posted this, I don't know her all that well, but I will say she has the best attitude about life of any human being I have every met. I have a few body modifications myself. I already have a few tattoos in mind that I hope to get in the near future. Some people today would say exactly what she quoted, that I don't need all of those things on my body to be attractive. Sure, I might not need them to be attractive...to you. If it makes me feel beautiful, then that will be what I do. I'd much rather be around people that have tattoos, piercings, rainbow hair, shaved head, Crayola face, or even just highlights and a perm, if they are confident in themselves. I believe its better for not only friendships, but your own health, to surround yourself with confident people. About a year ago, I wouldn't dare strike up a conversation with somebody I didn't know. Today? I have no problem carrying on a conversation and making acquainted friends. 

If somebody is comfortable in their skin, why treat them anything less than a human being if the way they look isn't up to your standards? Personally, I love my piercings and modifications. I'm confident. I don't think I'm better than anybody else, so why should you?

Blog world, it has been way too long.

I remember when I was in my freshman year, I started my very first blog. I mostly posted all of my old poems that were written hard copies that I feared would one day be lost, destroyed, or just forgotten about in general. I decided it was time to get back in the swing of things when one of my classmates from Aveda started on her journey of becoming a blogger and began posting on Facebook when she updated her blog. I'm not exactly sure how this blog will turn out, if I will stick with it, or if people will even read it. None the less, it makes me feel better to write down my thoughts and feelings down.

Currently, I am in my room...the same 4 walls that I have considered mine for almost 20 years. I recently attained my cosmetology license in the state of North Carolina and work at a license-only beauty supply store. I do actually like having a full-time job. It keeps me busy. I love my boss. I love meeting some of the most unique people that walk through the door and having them ask me for advice on color. Ultimately, I'd love to become a color specialist. There is something about turning a virgin brunette into a vivacious cappuccino blonde that fascinates me, or having the ability to change a person's attitude just by a pop of color. It gives me a adrenaline rush. I love making people happy. However, lately, I seem to have found a little piece of happiness of my own. Over the past year, I can defiantly say without a shadow of a doubt, I am not the same person I used to be. I just about literally fell face first over this guy that has stayed a loyal 4 months by my side. We met about February, and I have been hooked ever since. We swear we could kill each other half the time...but we would miss each other way too much. It occurred to be a few minutes ago that today we have been together 4 months...he claims it feels like years. Some days, it really does. Most days, they go by too quick.

I promise this blog won't be all about my day to day life and about my oh so mushy love life. It just feels good to put things out in the open. Maybe I can come up with something a little more interesting for my next post.