First, let me make myself presentable. I’ll put on perfume, make sure my dress fits right, and that my hair falls gently down my back. It doesn’t bother me to dress up, like it might to some girls. But it doesn't bother me to get dirty either.
I will try to include intellectual incite, but that will soon fade, for I am not much a formal speaker. No, I’m not that fancy at all. I guess you could say I’m kind of a klutz, and a little awkward. So don’t mind as I fidget nervously and stumble over my own words. First impressions are always a bit intimidating.
Especially this one.
For this is will be that moment you decide weather or not I am worth your time. Well I hope I am. Because you are worth mine.
So here I am. All dressed up with a smile permanently painted across my face. ‘A pretty little thing’ you might say. ‘Cute and clumsy.’ But not memorable. Then perhaps you will move on to the next person in line.
That’s what they all do.
That’s what they all think.
They think I’m small, they think I’m week, and they think I’m fragile. Those might be true. But so often do people look past the strength that I have. They forget that I have felt anger, I have felt fear, and I have felt heartbreak. They forget that I don’t always have to be taken care of.
Don’t you forget.
Don’t you forget me.
Remember me, as the girl who wants more then this pathetic, pre-planned life. Who wants adventure. To chase her dreams. Remember me, who loves fairy tales. Who loves the smell of grass and the taste of hot chocolate. Remember me, who loves the sound of laughter. Who loves tea pots and hiking trails. Remember me, who likes to dress up. But most importantly remember me, who likes to get dirty.
~ the Bird who Dreams to Fly
