In all romantic movies, there is that overdone, passionate, and intimate moment of lips locking for the first time—that many define it simply as a "kiss." I can recall how most of my friends already received their own dramatic rendition of an overzealous kiss just like the movies. Yes, you probably assume that I have yet to obtain my first kiss.
This is the part where I deny it and brag about how the stereotypical first kiss was the best moment of my life. The truth is I did have my first kiss, but it was not as memorable as I thought it would be.
My Aunt Michelle and Uncle Dave were getting married, and I got the privilege of being their flower girl. It had always been my dream to be a flower girl in a wedding because I craved the opportunity to wear an adorable dress and feel like a princess for a day. I believed that I was the most qualified for the duty of a flower girl, especially since I was the only young girl in the family at the time.
Wearing a petite version of Cinderella's blue ball-gown, I glided down the aisle with a small, whicker white basket containing red, pink, and orange flowers. Sadly, the bouquet of flowers that I was given was fake. I can recollect that the ceremony was so boring, but it did not matter because I felt like a princess.
The fun did not start until the reception began. I remember dancing with my family, and my older cousin, Gail. She told me that the ring-bearer was my prince. At first, I did not believe her.
The ring-bearer was a red-head boy, resembling the actor who played Ron Weasley from "Harry Potter". He did not say much that I can commit to memory, but he did dance fairly well for a fellow seven-year-old. It was an odd coincidence that Cinderella danced with her prince in a blue ball-gown as well. Or was it?
My cousin Gail persuaded the ring-bearer and I to climb under the table to have a secret meeting. In this discreet meeting, my cousin convinced us to kiss. She took a picture for the wedding album so my entire family found out what happened underneath that table. My family still joke with me about it to this day, but they do know the truth.
The kiss was almost like a quick high-five with our lips. In the picture, both of us had our eyes open because we had no idea what we were doing. It is a cute story, but the kiss had no meaning or significance in my life except for this.
Labeling is what ruins so many things in this world. The first kiss is labeled as the kiss with your true love, but how do you know who your true love is?
Stereotyping is one of the most popular activities done in high-school, or so I thought. Apparently in college, certain people believe in their adolescent ways still to this day.
So I say those who want to label. Label me.
Nowadays, labeling can range from shy girl to skank. The problem with labels is that they stick just like duct-tape. The good thing about duct-tape is that it fixes almost everything; however, labels can be mean, malicious and completely untrue statements.
Last week, I wrote an article where I was writing in the perspective of a skank. Numerous people were confused as to why the article was allowed to be published because it was my confession of my secret life as a skank. I take it as a compliment that I fooled people to think that I am truly a skank. The point of my article was to be sarcastic, and point out issues that many girls face.
I have learned that stereotypical things like your first kiss can never measure up to the movies. But if they are with the right person, they can be even better than the movies.
Stereotypes and labels are usually discovered or assumed by conceptions that are misconstrued and misinterpreted.
We all know the label for Cheaters, "Once a cheater, always a cheater." But how long does that label stick to them? Probably the same amount of time it takes to hit bullseye on a dartboard. For some, they easily brush the dirt off their shoulder, and keep playing the field. For others, it takes much longer.
Just because someone cheats one time, does it necessarily mean they always will? No. The chances are higher that they will, but people can change. Labels stick.
Once you receive a label, it is plastered on your forehead for the world to see. Will you settle yourself for people's expectations or will you rise above it? The stronger rise and the weak settle.
So here I am rising with the sun as others would rather hide in a bleak world.
Label me.
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