She walks in the halls with confidence, making all the heads in the class whirl, just so that they can get a glimpse of the girl with beautiful blonde curls.
Blue eyes made from the tide and oceans – only spotted down deep. We all thought she understood how lucky she was. I guess we were wrong. Weren’t we?
Didn’t she know that she was the one who possessed the 21st-century beauty that everyone wished for?
She walked into a car, where the air wafted with cigarettes and beer.
At school, she may have been what everyone wished to be, but at home – she was never a big deal. An only child, having to deal with the pain on her own. Always feeling as though she would forever be alone.
Shouting, screaming – glass would smash to the ground, leaving scattered bits of relief – that she thought were profound.
They would say that there was always hope for the future, and that you could extinguish the past – but in life, where society seemed to have failed with the most influential teachers that you are forced to look up to and have, where is there any room for hope?
So that night she sat and stared at the walls that were peeling, asking for help and honesty, that was all. Because as you see, blue eyes’ parents weren’t saints, the rent was never paid, and she barely ever ate.
But there’s a simple excuse for that, that society had created. She never brought a lunch to school because she wanted to maintain her weight.
But that was what was expected of her.
The fear, that one day someone may find out that she is not close to perfect, taunted her. The fear, that one day she may never recover from a bruise, eats her from the inside out.
Because in a stereotypical world the girl is supposed to always remain flawless, and that’s all everyone should know.
So that night as blue eyes took off the makeup she stole from her mom, the injuries that were from the hands of her parents were left uncovered – naked – and bare on her face.
The tears of hurt, betrayal and confusion that were falling out of her eyes could move mountains and start tsunamis of rage and anger that would only ever be enough to express with words.
And even though there were people in the world who would help, people in the world who feel the same pain. How would she find enough hope to speak, when there were barriers surrounding her already ignited pain?
Because there was never a growth mindset to start with where she thought that her life could change – blue eyes was fixated on knowing that, the things that you feel on the inside, will never compete with the strength in which people see you.
All the lines in your life connect for a matter, they all have a purpose, they are all a weakness or a strength in your journey to the end.
So, what do you do when blue eyes sees a girl in the mirror who will never be loved, who no one will ever trust, who will never have a chance to be called mommy, who will never kiss the love of her life, who will always have parents that will torment her?
What do you do?
That night the girl with beautiful blonde curls, and blue eyes made from the tide and oceans – only spotted down deep – never again showed up at school.
The girl who was assumed to have a perfect life, didn’t.
But no one knew.
Because she was forced to stereotype herself into a person she wanted everyone to think she was.
Blue eyes never had a chance to see if her wings really flew. So, her hope and dead dreams went with her to a place of unknown life. Each day our roles in humanity are rearranged. We get older, and our mindsets change.
But in the end what future did you expect for blue eyes, if the one thing she never believed in, was that inner beauty sometimes won.