I will also explain it after I write the whole thing out. Again. So I can share it with you all. <3
There once was a girl who lived in a small village. The village, much like the girl, was considered average. A general store, a few houses around the outside, a jail that was always too full, and a bank that never had enough.
This girl looked like the average 17-year-old female today. She was 'thicke', but lean; she was just as tall as her male friends. Although she may have seemed to look slightly unattractive and plain, upon closer examination, she was indubitably radiant. Her cheek bones stood boldly under her eyes, yet were rounded and smooth. Her nose protruding only slightly from the center of her face. She had eyes like the ocean, almost as if someone had taken water from the deepest, darkest parts of the ocean and poured it into her irises.
Her figure smooth, with curves like a slow moving stream. While some may consider her waist "unfitting" for a young woman, their image of a 'woman' is poisoned. The image is derived from a piece of plastic. Inanimate. Fake. Dead. Something created and defined by numbers and measurements that are appealing, not physically possibly.
This girl, radiant and beautiful, stands alone and secluded by the people in her own village. Ugly words and distasteful glances fly like flaming arrows; connecting with the flesh like an aggravated wasp defending itself. This girl with ocean eyes and gold skin, feels and sees and hears nothing but the flaming arrows of the archers aiming at her from their dark and lonely holes deep inside the earth. This girl knows nothing of who she is or what she wants because she's never heard of such outlandish concepts! Being an individual in this village is a crime. A crime punishable by something much worse than death: isolation.
This girl stands alone. Waiting to hear of something greater. Looking for some kind of emotional connection with another human being. Listening for the signal to leap off the ground and fly.
This girl is blind. She is deaf. She is mute. This girls is her village. Destined to become nothing more than the dirt of that she stands upon. Told nothing but the truth of a deceitful tongue, and taught only ignorance of all feeling and emotion.
This girl is here.
This girl is me.
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Okay. So...it's deep right? I don't know. I thought it came out well.
We've been reading a lot of formal literature. Anti Parenthetical and rhetoric style and tone.
Reading things analytically and learning to write formally in non-fiction.
This is non-fiction. Based on my own personal experiences with self-image issues, eating disorders, and self-harm. Mostly with self-image because I still have a HUGE problem with my self-image.
It's written in a third person point of view. But the speaker is also subject (the girl) and the narrator.
It's supposed to give you the image of this beautiful girl. And how you would see her as she physically appears. And then, it shows you how her village (society today) sees her and what they tell her. Then, towards the end, it's supposed to demonstrate how she sees herself. She's blind because she can't see herself unbiased and impure. She doesn't have the physical brain power to see herself as she physically appears. She is deaf because she hears nothing but the same sound. background noise. Silence. It's the same thing. All the time. 24/7. She is mute because she has never been offered the opportunity to speak for herself. To defend herself and reveal her emotions. She has this fake impression of what she is and how she looks because of things people have said to her and taught her and demonstrated through their own actions. While these people are hiding in their own holes. Their own self-image issues and self-hatred and personal secrets that make them feel like they are nothing more than dirt they walk on. It's a imagery piece intended to illustrate the issue with stereo-typing the female image and the false standards we as young girls are held to.
okay. Rant done.
Thanks guys.(:
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