Becoming a New MeA Story by Skylar Elizabeth HunterThis is for the person I will be on the 14th of January. My 18-year-old self. I wish you the best
So I get my first-ever tattoo tomorrow. It was supposed to be on my 18th, but since it's a Sunday and the tattoo parlor is closed, I'm getting it on my last day of being 17. I'm both hella stoked and utterly terrified. But I'm starting a new chapter so I'm becoming a new me. In the past few months of being 17, I've been trying to grow and be my best self to welcome both 2018 and my new start as a (legal) adult. I've branched out in my style and wearing whatever I feel good in, to dying 3 of my dreads (2 turquoise and 1 red) to put a creative spin on my already very interesting hair. Been getting low-vibration, unhealthy people out of my life and bringing in only positive ones with goals and who are willing to stand by me as I stand by them. Trusting in myself to make the right decisions and listening to my gut rather than trusting everyone else to tell me right from wrong. Totally accepting myself as I am and instead of pointing out my flaws in the mirror, dancing and telling myself that I am beautiful. Accepting when people get me things because I understand that I deserve it as they do. I am no less than anyone else. Allowing myself to have weak moments and growing from them rather than punishing myself for being human. And always being whoever the hell it is that I am. Instead of attempting to befriend people who will try to change me, I stick by the people who love all that I am when I am being true to me. I'm not allowing negativity to take over my life no matter how many things seem to go wrong. When I turn 18 I want to be proud of what I've done the year before and love who I will continue to be. This tattoo will represent the growth I've shown and cover up my weak points. It holds the bond between both my mother and myself. When I say we've walked through hell together, I don't use that lightly. No one has ever come close to her and what she's done for me. Through our darkest moments, I knew she always had my back. So when I feel at my lowest, I can look down and see the power our relationship holds, rather than just skin. It will give me hope and meaning when I've lost it. I'm ready to become the new me.
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1 Review Added on January 12, 2018 Last Updated on January 12, 2018 AuthorSkylar Elizabeth HunterStaunton, VAAboutI tend to hold onto the good memories I had with people before we fell through. I remember the reason we spoke in the first place and what kept us going. But I tend to forget why we stopped. And w.. more..Writing |