 Dreams in feathers.....
To be honest, I'm not sure the title I used is so appropriate, really... But the person who has inspired me of late has a thing for crows, and happens to wear black feathers in his hair quite a lot.... Lol. (He happens to be a Finnish rock musician.) Thanks to his music, I found a lust and passion for life that I hadn't even realized I'd lost of late, since being diagnosed. I was so wrapped up in everything that was so wrong, and made me feel out of place and alienated, that I forgot that I still needed to live my life. So here's what I dream of....
I want to publish a book of poetry about real life, the way I see it. I want to show the world that there's more to living life than work, money, and stress. People of ALL ages and ALL origins should understand that happiness can't come from wealth alone, but we must also watch out for our health, and the health of our environment. It seems that people have forgotten what real beauty is, and I want to show them again.
I also would like to publish a book about some of the things I've experienced with PCOS, that ALL of us have experienced, so that the world will be more aware of this syndrome, and we won't have to explain our condition to our doctors anymore; they will already know. I think it's sad that so many women have this disorder, but so little of the world knows what it is.
And I want to be known for the art I have in my heart. I have a passion for hair and makeup, and I want to show that off. I've wanted to do film makeup since I was 14 (and I'm now 20), and I'll be damned if I'll let anything stand in my way. I think we should all go after our dreams, even if everyone else is against it.
Here's a little poem I wrote when I was in middle school, that I think some of you might appreciate:
Sometimes you'll stand alone,
though it may be the hardest way.
When no one else believes in you,
you cannot be afraid. | 
