So I know I promised a post about my childhood imaginary friend, but I feel like I need to clarify. She wasn’t an imaginary friend; she was more like an alter-ego. Her name was Cassandra, and she came out when I put on these big white sunglasses that my aunt had.
I don’t remember how she came to be, but I do know that Cassandra was awe.some. She could do anything. She was outgoing, strong, funny (duh) and beautiful. But mostly, she wasn’t afraid. There was no hesitation when I had those glasses on… only doing.
“Cassandra allowed me to be all of the things I didn’t yet know I wanted to be. Independent, inventive, sassy… I was a Boss at age 6 and I didn’t even know it!”
I usually forget about Cassandra until my mom randomly brings her up, but thinking about it, I owe her a big Thank You. Cassandra allowed me to be all of the things I didn’t yet know I wanted to be. Independent, inventive, sassy… I was a Boss at age 6 and I didn’t even know it!
Which brings me to my real point (I know, I know… the other part was so good). Why do we forget about those parts of ourselves? The parts that were wild and free and adventurous and crazy? Why do we forget that every superhero has an alter-ego, which, with the exception of Tony Stark, is typically more timid and reserved. More importantly, why do we feel the need to wear big sunglasses to let those parts of ourselves shine?
This post was really just an excuse for me to use badass pictures...
I am so thankful to my aunt, who encouraged us to have big imaginations (and also corrected my grammar. All. The. Damn. Time), and my parents who encouraged following our hearts, and dreams. And of course I’m thankful to Cassandra, who taught me at a very young age that you don’t need a costume to be your own unique, fabulous self.
All you need is a pair of white sunglasses.