Flashback Friday: A Long-time Love Revisited.


Writing has always been in my veins. As early as the 2nd grade, I'd enter into writing contests and compete at the 4th grade level. I've always been a writer, whether in grade school, college, or in this blogging world. And even though I now focus more on introspective lifestyle blog posts, writing will always be my first love, especially the writing that forces me to spill myself onto the paper...on in this case, on the screen. I recently revisited old blogs I used to run and reminisced on the New York City nights I spent wide awake, spilling my heart out in blog posts that were quietly kept. This Flashback Friday, I'm happy to share one of my favorite pieces with you.

It's So Cliche...


...but “Be yourself; everyone else is taken” is a mantra that we need to carry on throughout our life. As kids, we grow up wanting to be like the girls on TV. My best friend and I couldn’t sit through a show or a movie without shouting, “I’M HER!” every time the prettiest girl came on the screen. For us, it was Clueless.  From the moment Stacey Dash hops into Cher’s Jeep, we thought of every reason to ditch who we were and immediately wanted to look like, sound like, and be Dionne. Or the pink Power Ranger. Or Beyonce. Or in my best friend’s case, Britney.

From a young age, we’re almost programmed to want to be everyone else, whether it’s a Disney princess, a pop icon, or the popular girl in school. It’s so wonderful to pretend, but what happens when we’re adults and realize that we’re actually not those women, nor will we ever be them? In the midst of our fantasies, we’ve grown to hate ourselves, not because of who we are, but because of who we aren’t. We aren’t those princesses. We aren’t those girls who, with one quick, flirty glance fall in love and live happily ever after with our Prince Charming. We aren’t those celebrities who have picture perfect bodies. We aren’t them. We are who we are. I am Janna. You are you.

Somewhere down the path of pretending, we’ve placed more focus on the body we don’t have than our own reality. Somewhere down that path, we’ve snapped from fantasy land and traveled down the path of self-loathing. We’re obsessed with someone else’s beauty so much so that everything we see when we look in the mirror is repulsive. We’re so obsessed with someone else’s life that our own reality, no matter how fabulous it may be, seems worthless. We wander through life wanting to be someone else, while letting the person we were created to be wither away.

It saddens me to see people hate who they are. What’s the point?  You will never be anyone but who you are, and to want anything but that is setting yourself up for disappointment. Society, nor a man, nor a celebrity, can or should make you feel like the person you are isn’t fucking amazing. Because you are. And there’s no one quite like you.

“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than you.”

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