Enjoying summer isn't about being able to list every exciting and exotic place you went, Its about being able to look back and remember all the small moments of excitement. Maybe it was the first big drop on that roller coaster at Dorney Park, or jumping into that pool. This summer was also a time of realization of a couple important things. One being that the measure of how great you are isn't about how many guys you can get in one summer or the number of times you went skinny dipping. Its more about how you treat others and view yourself. It takes a special kind of person to look past what seems important at 17 years old, that being boys, clothes, makeup, and nail polish. But my summer wasn't about that. It was about not putting on makeup to go to the beach or even to the supermarket. It was about feeling the way I wish I always felt. Beautiful, confident and intelligent.
Looking past all the bullshit that life can feed you sometimes. Its a given that life can be much easier in the summertime, when the only thing stopping you from going anywhere and doing anything is yourself. Because the bottom line is that life is exactly what you make it, and you can only feel how you want to feel when you force yourself to feel it. And looking a certain way will never make me happy, because I feel that no matter how I look I will still want to look a different way. So whats the fucking point to it all? There is none. Fuck not being good enough for certain people, because they don't matter one bit in the scheme of things. Not in my scheme anyway.
Until next time,
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