Friday, September 6, 2013

As I was growing up my parents were in my childhood life for a brief time. During this time I was learning self-expression at the age of 4 when I was put in pre-school. My mom would do the daily morning routine, of getting me up for school, eating breakfast. and getting ready, fixing my hair. Then off I went on the yellow school bus. I was sooo anxious to learn everything I could, I was a very serious one. One day the daily routine turned to daily fights with my mom when it came to getting ready and picking out my clothes and doing my hair. I started developing my self expression by deciding what I wanted to wear how I wanted to fix my hair with out my moms help. My expression for the first time was a disaster second time still a mess third time not a charm. But besides the crazy outfits my mom disapproved of she knew that she had no other choice but to let me leave the house a hot mess. That day forward I was becoming a pro at expressing my self through words also through the clothing I wore to the way I wanted to fix my hair. Not everyone in my class was a pro at age 4 at expressing them selves because they came into class with cute combed hair, braided beads in their hair, side pony tails, and that darling look with curls and bows, perky pink dresses black shoes with ruffled socks, lovely ruffle shirts that matched their shoes and not a single mismatch. when it came to me lets just say my moms precious looks for me was not my ideal look. I was wearing clothes like Madonna but appropriate for a 4 yr. old. I was getting creative with colors mixing up denim with different colored socks, my hair was wild with random flowers and bows placed where ever I thought was perfect on my pig tails but I was a natural non the less at expressing my self. To the clothes I wore to the colors I choose to the hair styles I did I believe created an image I was proud of. I didn't fall to my knees to fit in to an image everyone thought they had to follow. Learning self-expression comes at an early age an into your blooming years. Self-expression has to be the most important way of life. :)