Posted: Monday, August 20, 2012 1:59:02 AM
“The disease is growing, its epidemic. I’m scared that there ain’t no cure.” -Pink. Most high school girls are scared of acne or a large body weight. They obsess over their beauty and popularity. I have a fear too, I’m afraid of becoming like them. I’m afraid of conforming.
High school is a time where you decide what side your on: outcast or follower. I know many people who want to fit in with society, including myself. This is never an easy thing to do because I have my own style of clothing and my own ideas of what fun is. I was afraid to embrace those ideas. Instead, I worry about being socially acceptable. I’ve managed to blend in though, it’s called being fake. By doing this, I could never be happy with myself. Society is a scary thing. I see it as a peer pressure. It applies itself to every decision you make.
I was only six when I first heard “Stupid Girls” by Pink. I hadn’t a clue what she was describing. Currently, I am fifteen years old, just a few months ago I decided to find that same song. I haven’t heard her music in years. Hearing “Stupid Girls” again overwhelmed me. I was older now and the message was clear. I appreciated the lesson. Pink made me see how foolish I was becoming.
I am and will always be grateful for this song. It opened my eyes to how conformity changes young girls, and what would become of them if they continued along the same path. It made me understand how ridiculous my actions were before it was too late to change. I agree that conformity isn’t entirely a negative thing, but when applied to school life, it seems like torment to me. I don’t want to be focused on the wrong things in life. I want to live knowing I had no regrets.
Being a freshman meant starting a new school, with people I’ve never met before. This was my chance to show everyone the real me. So I gave in to my inner voice. I became dressing the way I wanted, no matter how much I stood out in a crowd. I’ve learned to embrace my fears. Not everyone has the courage to be themselves. I know I still struggle to keep a steady mind. Taking the bus will always test my strength. Everyone seems to judge me the most at these times. I can feel their stares behind me. Their words can’t harm me though. Music is my sanctuary and it welcomes me where ever I go. So they can criticize my net tights and arm warmers. If this is my idea of fashion, so be it. At least I’m not a delinquent clone. It doesn’t matter how many times the people taunt me, I can always sing “Stupid Girls” in my head and know I’m doing the right thing.