...and she put on that little black dress.

Once upon a time there lived a young woman who was unsure of her future and faithful to her present.  She knows little of what shall come yet she dreams of her future story illustrating romance, intelligence, success, and risk.  She knows next to nothing yet believes next to everything.

Once upon a time there lived a young woman who refused to live in the midst of past derelictions and dreamed of the epitome of bliss.  She craves life at every level and dismisses the devilish grin worn upon the brink of death.  She drowns herself in the words of Emerson, Hemingway, Rowling, and Twain.  The dream to live in her love for the arts for eternity is unlimited and solidified.  The captivation she feels for everything life has to offer her can be at times overwhelming and confusing, yet she keeps her feet firmly planted in faith, her mind stimulated by knowledge, and her heart guided by intuition. 

Once upon a time there lived a young woman who dreamed of a little black dress.  That dress symbolzed power, confidence, beauty, and knowledge in that whatever she want to accomplish, she can.  That little black dress meant everything fashion compiled with life offered: freedom, impowerment, sense of self, and eccentricity.  That little black dress and those high black heels meant she didn't have to conform the terms of social acceptibility; she could, just be. 

In a seemingly calamitous world mixed with chaos and confusion, that little black dress meant worlds, moved mountains, and broke down the threshold of metal bars.  Dreams became reality and reality became truth all in the midst of a "once upon a time" and a little black dress.

A Diary Of A Chicago Girl

"It's about a girl  who is on the cusp of becoming somone. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out."

-Jodi Picoult, "My Sisters Keeper"

Welcome to a world where boundaries are non-existent in terms of freedom of speech and press.  Welcome to a world where fairytales are inevitable.  Welcome to growth and prosperity amongst a seemingly calamitous environment.  Most importantly, welcome to the stomping grounds where words run rampid and truth holds the key to the rest of your life.

This is my truth.  This is my diary.  This is my life on "paper."

I salivated, so to speak, over fine pieces of literature; ancient stories depicting an abundance of beauty despite the surrounding pollution.  I dream, still, of becoming a writer of all things beautiful and true.  I've endured and persevered.  I've loved and lost.  I've been convicted and saved.  I never lost faith and always kept truth within the humanly being I am.

Don't get it twisted, I'm just a young woman exploiting growth within myself in an environment enabled by many.  I am not perfect.  I am learning daily on how to allow grace into my life and love into my heart despite the heartbreak, in varying areas, experienced. 

I hope whoever reads this finds these words in good faith because the following writing is my truth, experience, and hope to those who, like me, are trying to grow up when growing up used to cease to be an option, always an alternitive, and never a definitive. 

Welcome.