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I was a blond little girl, with big blue eyes and a crooked smile. I did well in school, although I never had many friends, the ones I had were dreadfully close to me. Every year for 14 years I followed my mothers instructions, lived to the values my father taught me, got along with my older sister. I mean, sometimes I was a brat, but most of the time I was a pretty good kid.
Once, one time I went against my parents, I dyed my hair a dark color and cut my hair to have a sidebang. Not so bad, right? well, when i got home, expecting an earful, which I got. But what I didn't expect was to be grounded so severely, and ridiculed by my parents for every day following. When I went to school. my very close friends loved it, my teachers loved it, my employer, employees, even elderly relatives loved it. The only people who had a problem with it was the cruel boys at school and my own parents. Every day (this happened months ago, now) my mother calls me an emo, without knowing what they are, my father calls me a punk, delinquent. And those cruel boys say things like "you think you're cool?" and "go cry, you emo".
What I want to know, is why, even though I still have blue eyes, a crooked smile, good grades, good friends and the respect for my parents I always have, people labeled me so quickly and mistreated me every day after?
Why does haircolor matter so much? why do people take it into serious account when judging character? people assume I am cold and depressed, when really i'm not. People assume I'm in need of serious mental help for me to act out and god forbid, dye my hair darker? Why, just because I went from blond, to dark brown, do I have my arms, and thighs checked for cuts?
Tags: emo, friends, happy, opinion, parents, school, smiles
 8_Jill_8 · Tue Mar 11, 2008 @ 09:18pm · 0 Comments |
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