







Here are some photos that I took over the summer while visiting my Mother in Hawaii.
Lets face it, we all go through that awkward stage, I’d bet my Mothers life on guaranteeing that a quick image of your awkward self flashed through your head while reading that. Relax, its normal; It seems like going through this stage is just part of the natural order of the universe. By not having confidence in yourself for a certain amount of time in your life, you’re keeping yourself grounded. We all have flaws, and by having to work through them we make a better, more interesting person. This is great and all, but unfortunately most don’t realize this until they’ve moved past that phase. For me that phase lasted painfully long. It started when I popped out and entered the world and continued on until my first semester of college.
I’ve always been a writer, there’s no other word to describe who I am. This may sound arrogant, but writers are living in a tough world, we’re shot down and rejected everyday, it hurts; confidence is a must in this field. My confidence came later though, and once my confidence came I found myself changed as a writer. I used to be the shy type, I still am from time to time. I liked to sit by myself and “think” and “write” when I was a kiddo while all of the other children ran around doing what normal kids do. As I grew up it only got worse, my natural shyness did nothing to help the crookedness of my teeth, or the acne that begun covering my face in hideous freckled spots like an infectious cancer. The shyness did nothing to shield my body from the world as the pounds begun stuffing themselves into my fat. The shyness thinned my naturally dull, delicate strings of hair. Worst of all, the shyness made me shyer, and when I looked at myself in the mirror I felt hideous, both inside and out.
By the time I got to college I had changed without realizing it. The weight dropped once I became a vegetarian, I cut my hair into a short choppy cut that framed the oval outline of my face. I developed my own unique style, picking clothes that flashed brightly hued patterns, contrasting myself from what I saw in the world around me. I became a different person, but I was far from being a bad person. The first party that I went to I felt out of place when I walked into the room. I was surrounded by hot men and beer, a females worst enemy. I clung to my friend that night until she got drunk and wandered off with some random guy. When she left me I begun to panic, I was alone. I felt like people were staring at me, laughing at me and pointing at me, whispering amongst themselves. I ran to the bathroom and splashed cool water against my face.
As I sprinkled my skin with showers of water my mind began dancing to the sporadic images that trespassed my thoughts. As I looked in the mirror I suddenly realized that I wasn’t the person I was a year ago, I had grown in so many different ways. I thought of my work and how it had improved, I thought of my courage in moving to a new country for school. Then I looked at my face, and truly looked at it for the first time in years. It had changed. My skin had cleared, my short bob waved at my jaw bone like children skipping, I was thin. True, I didn’t have the things I had always longed for, the things I seemed to be surrounded by in every day life, but I was getting there, slowly, at my own pace. I liked who I was looking at. More importantly, I liked the hope I felt for the future, the longing I felt to only make myself better.
When I was a kid there were many things I could have wished for, things like beauty, wealth, intelligence or even luck. Instead I wished for passion, for the ability to feel alive with every breath I took and to engage myself in life completely. My wish wasn't granted, I found it myself. I found something I love, something that I want to give everything I have to offer to and with this discovery came a happiness I knew I could never feel with being the girl who was beautiful, or the richest or the wealthiest or the luckiest in the room. Instead I realized I would always be the girl who was in love with the world, the girl who could still feel optimistic without having any beauty..luck..intelligence or wealth because I'd always have faith and a burning longing to follow my dreams and to keep diving into the rushing waves that threw themselves at me. By having no confidence in myself I had to work hard to make myself think something I did was even decent. After years of hard work and then a newfound realization that things could only get better, I’m finally the person I am today, the person I was meant to become.
My point is that we all go through this stage. It could last a day or it could last a decade, but we go through it for a reason. Appreciate what you’ve been given. So what if you’re not a vogue model or a multi-millionaire? Don’t wish you had those things, wishing will get you nowhere. Figure out what you want in life and go for it. Be brave and take a chance, do what most people are too afraid to do and follow your dreams. I’ve found that passion can take you anywhere in life. If you have passion then you’ll never give up, and if you never give up then you’ll eventually start to succeed and once you’ve started to succeed you’ll wake up one day and realize that this awkward phase has passed you… and you’ve released a marvelous butterfly, ready to explore the vastness of the unknown sea.