US WITH A THOUSAND WORDS
It is as though we’re a basketful of oranges; subtler shades of the same orange colour that no one notices. Or better yet, call us girlies a basketful of tangerines. What the difference is between both fruits, only we know. For the rest of the world(aka the indifferent generation), it is all the same.
Have you sometimes wondered, in your life like I have, if there is something off with how you are with others-like a defective light switch. Maybe, like an overripe tangerine, a bit too strong or maybe just a tad sour for other people’s taste. Yes, I believe that is it. You could be that loud extrovert who tries to be confident but people criticise you for that. Or maybe you’re someone who feels you remain part of the crowd, camouflaging with it. Be an extrovert and you’re too ‘noisy’. Introverted? Ah, too quiet. “No wonder you don’t have a social circle”. “You should change your attitude” is what you've probably heard some say. And it hurts, if I’m being honest. To be part of a world who sees survival as being perfect, ideal or an active participant. That world should be screamed at with the words- “perfection is subjective and a myth, you idiot!”
But no, it’s just us with a thousand words, meant to be said but remain unspoken. The truth of the world is that no one knows what they’re doing but they still do it, and so should we in our own way, listening to an ancient, soulful part of our hearts to hear what it whispers and wants. Just like how every tangerine looks the same but on peeling away its layers could taste a bit different, I’ve come to the realisation that every layer peeled off ours reveals a different flavour. A different part of what makes us us.
The world does not get to decide what we like, what we’re like, or, for that matter whom we like. We could be anything. We’re free to do anything. If you hear someone tell you you’re not enough, or you need to act a certain way to be liked or accepted-that’s just bogwash. That person either doesn’t know you, or wants to bring you down because of their own insecurities.
I’ve come to accept how I am. You should too, because knowing this gives more happiness than anything anyone could say. Once the world recognises your self-acceptance, they know they can’t bring you down. They are unable to be the peeler of your tangerine anymore, because you’ve become the peeler of your own basket of fruits!
Still, all this does not mean us girlies are done learning who we are yet.. After all, it’s us with a thousand words.