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My Color MAG

By Anonymous

     I enjoy color, whether it is my crisp clothes or the blinking light of my alarm clock. Like some grand accomplishment of constructing an Academy Awards outfit, I stare in awe at my closet, my source of pride. “Okay, school-bus yellow is darker than lemon yellow,” I tell myself as I meticulously rearrange my color-coordinated clothes. As I look at my variegated shirt selection, I revel in my need for joyous color and expression. Because, you see, my everyday life is colorless, gray - dark and full of challenges. Catching the bus at 6:35 (nope, no car for me) and helping my mom (single parent at that) cook, budget, and pinch pennies - these are the realities of life. It’s not unfair, but it’s hard nonetheless. I make the best of it in my search for color, my search for illustration, my search for self.

Taking a look at my closet, which is essentially a reflection of my chirpy persona, one would notice that I own few solid shirts. That would be boring - the antithesis of everything I represent. I need vibrancy; I need sizzle; I need dimension. Plaids, stripes, and eye-boggling outfits fulfill this yearning. Each color contributes to my message.

Although most guys would be frightened to wear one, I’m not afraid to sport a salmon-pink rugby shirt or a rich Tyrian purple T-shirt. Because my father was never around and I didn’t have the whole father-son experience with football and no-girls-allowed playhouses, my colorful world has taken a new hue. So, while the “big game” is on television, I knit my friends scarves, I cook my own dinner, and I organize my house. My life experiences have made me who I am: a person not afraid of ridicule and persecution as a result of my preferences.

Though I am not afraid to wear anything, I do have a favorite shirt that totally represents who I am: a vintage lime-green T-shirt with horizontal tangerine strips. It is not pristine - scattered holes demonstrate its use - but it’s frequently worn nonetheless. The T-shirt is bright and distinctive. I love offbeat; I love to stand out. I wear who I am, not who others are. It is not just making a loud, aesthetic masterpiece for the eye, or getting the colors just right - it is an emotional longing, a joyous enthusiasm, a constant lifestyle.

Color is not just color; it’s the fuel that ignites my bones. It is who I am: a vivid dreamer. I do not want to be black and white. I want to stand out; I want to shine. I want to be the neon colors that light the world.

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This article has 8 comments.

i love this so much!

on Apr. 5 2015 at 2:32 am
sluugspit BRONZE, San Diego, California
2 articles 1 photo 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"you never know if tomorrow can be the best day of your life"

amazing writer!

on Feb. 20 2015 at 6:09 pm
shinebrightxoxo BRONZE, Roslyn, New York
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Great job! Really, really gave me a sense of who you are!

on Oct. 11 2014 at 9:26 am
TravelerenRoute GOLD, Ribera, New Mexico
13 articles 1 photo 65 comments

Favorite Quote:
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.

And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,
our presence automatically liberates others."
Marianne Williamson

Wow! That is so well written. I love the way you compare how you dress with your wardrobe choices. Nicely done.

on Oct. 2 2013 at 9:46 pm
CelebrateDifferences, Long Island, New York
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Favorite Quote:
“Gods of Olympus.” Piper stared at Leo. “What happened to you?”
His hair was greased back. He had welding goggles on his forehead, a lipstick mark on his cheek, tattoos all over his arms, and a T-shirt that read HOT STUFF, BAD BOY, and TEAM LEO.
“Long story,” he said.”

Interesting.........Unique it is 

Chins_Up said...
on Sep. 24 2011 at 6:22 am

I'm sure you'e heard how wonderful your essay is. I've always prided myself on being a greatly descriptive writer-especially for one my own age. But I am not to stupid to admit my own defeat,  hands down I've lost to you. What I especially love is though you've used words that are irregular it doesn't sound so overwhelming. Stories and Essays that have an abundance of 'complicated' words feel fake and choppy.

I feel as if the mojo is broken and the words are gaudy. Anyways, I doubt you or others get my meaning.

All that to say was that I loved your Essay. I may be fuming with jealousy and trying to concoct some kind of creative juices from my soul at the moment, but that doesn't change a thing.

Love to read your other work :P

~Chins Up

dana12345678 said...
on Oct. 27 2008 at 3:47 pm
i love this! great essay (: it was entertaining.