Hello World

Dear Peeps,

Being a teenager is not easy, trust me I know… Being a sixteen-year-old I have a first-hand experience of all the awkward moments that come along with being a teenager nowadays. This is Elaine, but I like to call myself “the quiet girl” as during most situations I’m the quiet one.
You must be thinking… What is this blog about? Well, it’s about my artistic point of view on life and an update on my personal life and what it’s like being a teenager.
As you’ve probably realized up to now I’m an introvert, I’ve always been one. I’d rather stay at home and read a good book than go out and party all night, whilst socializing with people I barely even know. I play the piano, but I’m not good at it and I am not into team sports or anything that requires more than one person. I spend a ridiculous amount of my time on youtube watching vlogs, as I prefer them from main channel videos. Except when it comes to Will Darbyshire, his videos are just my faves!
I’d call myself a girly girl, but also a feminist. Gender equality is something I think of everyday and it’s important for me to know that one day the world will become a feminist-friendly place.
I like shopping and I love fashion and cosmetics, soaps and bath bombs.
One thing my friends would say about me is that I’m a positive person. I try to be optimistic during all circumstances and have a brighter view on life. When I was younger people kept telling me I smiled too much. I don’t have that issue anymore. Being a teenager made me more of a serious person. Nah, it just made me grumpier and weirder than ever. Having mood swings and strange cravings is my forte at the moment.
Am I healthy? Meh, that’s a good question. I’m on summer holidays right now and being healthy is not my priority, to be honest. When I go back to schedule, though, fitness and health will be back into my life. Exercising and eating right makes me feel better about myself and it helps me be the positive person I try to be, every day. It also helps me feel better, especially after some tough school days when I go home and I feel a bit down. This is something new to me, being healthy as I’ve always been a bit lazy and not really into sports. I’ve been always doing some sort of exercise though and that’s what kept me going.
Two and a half years ago I moved to Greece and it’s been tough but I’ve managed and I’ve survived. Life is not particularly easy as you will find out soon by reading more of my life. It is not easy but it’s full of beautiful moments that make it special and worth living.
The last thing I’d like to let you peeps know about me is that I enjoy writing. Short stories, poems and generally writing makes me happy so I decided to document my life by writing on this blog as in some sort of a digital diary. I’ll also write some fiction whenever I get inspired, what’s certain though is that I will be updating you about my life twice a week, every Tuesday and Saturday. Enough for now, talk to you guys soon.

Cheers to the Teenage Years, The Quiet Girl.


Wandering around

I looked at the sailing boats. I looked at all the white buildings. Short and packed, lying on the hills around the port, making it look pretty. I inhaled. I breathed in clean air, I breathed in the air of the sea and not that of factories, not that of cars or engines. And there I see a little girl. She’s inside, I can see her through the window. She’s gazing at something and I get closer trying to figure out what she’s looking at. Then I realize… She’s looking at a screen, she’s watching one of those early 21st century’s chick flicks. Those cliché movies with the blonde mean girl and the innocent girl who’s saving the day. As I get closer, I feel odd. I feel those butterflies they say you’re supposed to feel when you have a crush on someone. But mine are not positive butterflies, they’re painful trying to rip off my lungs, trying to escape my rib cages, trying to get out. They shuffle inside me. They fly around trying to find a way out as my body has trapped them. I feel like those butterflies are in that little girl as well. That captivity they must be feeling inside the little girl. She’s looking at that screen and without realizing it she’s forming images in her mind, of role models, of teenagers and of what she’s meant to grow up to become. She’s looking at her supposed future and without realizing it she’s becoming one of the same and she’s losing what makes her different. And if she’s still different, if she doesn’t grow up to become one of those main characters in that movie, she will have to fight. She will have to prepare for war, fight to keep her own unique self. She needs to fight for the butterflies, they are too weak to get out themselves. She has to make that first move to open her rib cage so that they have a little bit more space to get out. If she manages to do that… If she manages to get the butterflies to escape, she’ll be one of the exceptions. One of those people who leave something behind after they die, those people who do it their own way and the people who live life. That movie, society, is trying to reform her nevertheless if she resists and grows up to become the woman she’s supposed to become, she’ll do great things in life, she’ll succeed. She’ll let the butterflies free and they’ll dance around her surrounding her soul, forming a beautiful aura that will make life better. As I’m thinking all these thoughts, I walk and reach the port and I lose sight of the girl, still having that image of her on my mind though. It’s so clear I feel like she’s standing in front of me. I watch the birds flying, I see people walking around me. I feel like a little girl, oblivious of the big world and of what is going on around me. I wish I was that little girl sitting by the window.IMG_0497