What is a stereotype? Well, you know, “You got your… freshmen, ROTC guys, preps J.V. jocks, multiple nerds, semi-cool people, Varsity jocks, Unfriendly hotties, Girls who eat their feelings, Girls who don’t eat anything, Desperate wannabes, Burnouts, band geeks, the greatest people you will ever meet and the worst: Beware of plastics.” I’m sorry, beware of me and my mean girls quotes I apologize in advance for future ones. But you understand what I mean right? The category you get classified in according to the way you act, speak, dress, your ethnicity, your sexual orientation, etc… So, what was the point of this post you may ask? Think of it this way, your entire life you’ve been categorized by those things. They determine who you’re friends with, who you date, and eventually what kind of career you will get, who you’ll marry, and who you’ll raise your children to be. If you really consider it, that sounds so boring. You’re always wearing this uniform of conformity, never choosing how you get categorized. Yes you make your own decisions, but most times, these are things that were determined by the time you started school. My point is, do you really want to be the way everyone else expects you to be; or do you want to break those ropes that bind you and be someone entirely new, just yourself and not who others want you to be? That’s what I thought.
For an example, a lot of people seem to think that pageant girls have to be prim and proper, be smart and always have perfectly manicured nails, the “ideal” body type, be 5 foot 7 with bleach blonde hair, have a perfect tan, has never done a day’s work in her life and definitely will NOT get dirty. While I am smart, those other things I listed about what most people’s idea of a “typical” pageant girl is don’t actually apply to me. Most of the time, my nails are cut short because they ALWAYS break off and I have a habit of biting them when I get nervous, I’m definitely not the “ideal” body size, I’m too skinny for that, but not for lack of eating… I’m only about 5 foot 4 when I stand up completely straight, my hair is dark brown, I’m as white as a sheet of paper, I have a job, even if it is at McDonald’s, and I don’t have one bit of a problem with getting muddy or getting dirt on me. I love sports, like I said I play girl’s hockey, and recently joined my school’s rugby team. You should have seen my uniform after yesterday’s tournament, it was caked in mud. I’m nice and sore today, but this was something I chose to do because I felt like doing it, and because of things like this, a lot of people don’t expect me to be able to make it far in this pageant.
But I’ve gotten this far haven’t I? I used to fit into a couple stereotypes, but not any more I’m proud to have made myself who I want to be, and not the person others expect me to be. And I sincerely hope that others choose to do the same. What’s the fun in being stuck as someone else’s idea of perfect? Be you.