Madie G.

Hey There Girl!

I’m a milkshake, sunflower, poetry, skipping stones, Chaco, rainy day, sunset kinda gal.

If you can’t find me, I am off scribbling in a battered green notebook or pouring over a Jane Austin novel.

I love body positivity, my friends, vintage, lemonade, fashion, self-love, calligraphy, fairy tales, inspiring people, pizza, boho bracelets, chocolate, photography, the smell of paint, thrift stores, smiles, and people who are not afraid to be themselves.

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In Middle School I never was popular. I was always afriad to be myself, and so I held myself back.

Since I didn’t wear the same clothes the other girls did, talk like they did, or have the same talents and ideas, I thought it made me nothing.

I thought it took away my self-worth, and make me a misfit in my own skin.

And I believed this up until the end of eighth grade. I was trying to be popular, pretty, and that girl who people call out to in the halls, and hook arms with.

I thought if only I could achieve this, I would have my worth back. I wouldn’t feel so horrible about myself, I would find my confidence, and I would be able to like myself with my peer’s approval.

When this didn’t happen, I blamed myself. I thought maybe it was because of my eye color, my crazy curls that spiral out of control, my freckles, etc.

I thought because I was me, that I was unworthy to be anything more than a quiet, wallflower, misfit.

 

I was wrong.

 

A few months after eighth grade ended, something happened. Well, a few things actually.

I had my first panic attack, and I found my confidence.

I had been trying to not to let any labels define me.  I was exploring what it meant to be, “Just Madie G.”

Popcorn or Pizza?

 

Movie night or star gazing?

 

I wore bracelets like pieces of ribbon, glow-in-the-dark bracelets from camp, yarn, knotted, etc.

I wore paper clip rings, and laughed at things I thought were funny, not just because other people were laughing along.

I got really into fashion because it was a way for me to be able to express myself and help boost my confidence.

I wore vintage, hippie, “farm girl”, etc.

I loved taking things from thrift stores, and transforming them into something new and totally me.

After a while of me doing this, one day I just looked in the mirror, and I smiled.

I wasn’t afriad of the person I saw, and I wasn’t ashamed.

I didn’t care what people thought of me, because I knew I would like myself no matter what.

I don’t feel the need to be popular, for other’s approval, or opinions.

I’m just me, and that’s enough.

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Don’t let people tell you who you can be. Who you are. And don’t seek after something you think gives you worth.

 

Don’t define yourself with adjectives and things that don’t express who you are and what you stand for. Try crazy things, like stand on a table and scream. Dance in public. Fear is something that denies us confidence and takes away things that we might have enjoyed.

 

Find out what it means to be “Just You.”

 

 

 

 

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