This is the second part of a series (with no unforeseen ending) of "misfit" photos I have collected over time. See the first entry here.
Being a misfit is a most delicate thing that holds a most unusal power to either make or break you. I've always been a misfit, a girl out of place, who knows out of place is exactly where she's supposed to be.
A feeling of not belonging can send a soul into a spiral of depression and self-destruction. I believe the desire to belong somewhere is nothing short of human nature. However, belonging has many definitions, and little limitations. Contrary to general belief, belonging does not have to include a important place in society, as many often feel belonging must mean, rather if you look to hold on to something beyond superficial belonging, something more secure, you release chains of inhibitions.
Misfits are often the ones who are developing their inner selves, while the popular are loosing themselves to likeness, copycat behavior, and peer pressure. Why does anyone want to dress all alike, talk all alike, have all the same interests...?
While many others have tried desperately to pin me in a category of social status, I allowed my own mystery to amuse them, while amusing myself with pursuit of knowledge, individuality, dreams, and ambition.
And I believe all my invitations to the most exclusive parties have found their proper resting place amongst the other trash of a landfill. I don’t miss the drunken nights they offered me, because I would have missed, more, all the brain cells I would have lost.
Photo Credits: Tania @ www.thefashionspot.com & www.demarchelier.net & www.voguevanity.it.