Hair Bows and Don'ts

If you were to put me in a novel, I wouldn't be that good girl, shy and clumsy main character, that girl who always gets the boy of her dreams, that girl who always smiles and laughs and has to overcome some major obstacle to get her fairytale ending.

In some, I'd be that bubbly best friend who only cares about dresses and shoes and makeup and boys, the one who always knows what to do.

In others, I'd be the head cheerleader. That girl who struts down the hallway with her head held high, the one who always smiles perfectly, the one and only Queen Bee.

And admit it, half of us think of cheerleaders as trash, people who go around showing skin, kissing boys, drinking and partying. Only rolling my eyes can express how untrue this stereotypical sentence is.

Why can't anyone realize that we're all different people who have different aspirations, different dreams, different personalities?

Not everyone is that snobby cheerleader who loves stabbing people's backs. And I know that people are still going to whisper behind my back and spread strings of rumors that are totally ridiculous, but my life motto is to turn people's words against them, to let them have a taste of what it feels like to be the one on the ground. I don't have to use words against them. I just have to use actions. After all, an empty vessel makes the most noise; and actions speaks louder than words. I am obviously not a person spotting a brain as small as a bean and I'm not afraid to prove myself through actions.

I like to play by my own rules. Rules are meant to be broken. Stereotypes are meant to be broken. But you know that broken rules come with a price-broken hearts.

My name is Irabelle Skye, and welcome to the world where blondes aren't dumb, where blondes aren't stuck-up, where blondes aren't always who people think they are.

It's the world of hair bows and don'ts.