Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Onyiisville Blog: BRAVE NEW GIRL(updated and redefined version)

Onyiisville Blog: BRAVE NEW GIRL(updated and redefined version): For a very long time,I seemed lost and confused.I didn't know where to fit in,totally bemused. Going through school,wondering why ever...

Onyiisville Blog: BRAVE NEW GIRL

Onyiisville Blog: BRAVE NEW GIRL: For a very long time,I seemed lost,confused and totally disillusioned.I didn't know where to fit in or which group to belong to.I oftent...

BRAVE NEW GIRL(updated and redefined version)

For a very long time,I seemed lost and confused.I didn't know where to fit in,totally bemused.

Going through school,wondering why everyone seemed to be in a clique.Me,naive and innocent not wanting to seem weak.

Feeling this way but acting similar to hide my peculiarity;scared of the harsh criticism of those who follow the majority.

Soon enough,I got my chance to show the world how strong I can be.Awoken and slightly damaged but not broken by circumstances beyond me.

I found my strength in the midst of my weakness.When it seemed like all hope was lost and all I had left was to stay strong and blameless.

There and then,I became the real me from situations brought about by the fake me.

There and then,I went against the norm,breaking all the rules and feeling unapologetic to conform.

There and then,I decided not to be classy,stylish or fabulous.If the whole world wanted to be all that,I'd rather remain classless,unstylish or unfabulous and stand out.

Finally,I have found me in the midst of my confusion and disillusion and I refuse to trade that for the approval of what is in fashion.

Finally,I found the courage to totally become me."THE BRAVE NEW GIRL"

Wednesday, 9 September 2015

BRAVE NEW GIRL


For a very long time,I seemed lost,confused and totally disillusioned.I didn't know where to fit in or which group to belong to.I oftentimes wondered why I had to belong to any group at all.
Going through primary and secondary school,wondering why everyone seemed to be in a clique.Me,young,innocent and naive,feeling too different,off and odd to fit into any stereotyped clique.Me,feeling this way but acting similar to hide my difference for the fear of the harsh criticism of those who seem to follow the norm.
Soon enough,I got my chance to show the world how strong I can be.Awoken and slightly damaged but not broken by circumstances beyond my control.I find my strength in the midst of my weakness when it seems like all hope is lost and all I have left is to be strong.There and then,I become the real me from situations brought about by the fake me.
There and then,I go against the norms,breaking all the rules and feeling unapologetic about it.There and then,I decide not to be classy,stylish or fabulous because if the whole world wants to be all that I'd rather remain classless,unstylish and unfabulous.
Finally,I have found me in the midst of my confusion and disillusion and I refuse to trade that for the approval of any loyal advocate of "the norm".Finally,I found the courage to become me "THE BRAVE NEW GIRL".