the luxury of untamed, undamped freedom

there was a time in my life when I was anxious about what people might think of me.

due to my father´s job my family moved every three years for as long as I can remember.

I always was 'the new girl'.

I loved moving and I remember that prickle I felt every time my mom told me it was time to go somewhere new again. I was a vagabond and I loved it. I found making new friends and exploring unknown places natural because I didn´t know it any different.

when I was in my teenage years it was time to leave again and the october winds blew us to a city far north.

as easy as new places had always come to me, this time was slightly different.

I didn´t notice it instantly, being far too busy with my own business. I got to know people, met friends, hung out.

but then I noticed the signs: people were talking.

the new girl was the talk of the town. the eccentric.

I´m aware that the outgoing-ness of my looks is pretty much a result of my gipsy childhood and all of the impressions I made in those days. something that is worth embracing, you might think. but of course people who had spent their entire lifes in one city with the same background wouldn´t understand.

I´m not trying to say that I always had the best style, I went through almost every hair colour and had horrifying phases of pink, but I always had the attitude of trying and expressing.

this never changed but there was a phase when I looked into the mirror with slight apprehension of what talk I would cause this time.

today everybody yearns to be unique and individual and I can only smile cause while those people from the past are making an effort to unhinge from the masses, I am there. throughout the years I didn´t give in but kept my spirit. I learnt not to care.

I am having the best times running around like a whirlwind and really, if there is a time to embrace the crazy, it is now.

I´m looking at other amazing girls and their blogs and I know they will be stared at sporting their crazy-cool looks in the city.

today I am wondering why the fuck I ever felt about this as something negative?

I mean, you´re not wearing a bunny costume. you´re looking great, dressed to kill and every glare proves it.

today there is nothing more glamourous to me than a little craziness because it portrays the luxury of untamed, undamped freedom.