Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday, not for the gruesome horror movies or tons of chocolate that add pounds instantly to my thighs, but rather for idea of being whoever you want to be for one night of the year. For me, that’s Batgirl. She’s amazing, kicking evil villain butt left and right while wearing sexy black leather high heel boots. While in costume she’s smoothe, sexy, confident and holds her head high, knowing who is she and what her role is. But how does she feel during the day? Perhaps she’s just an average receptionist? Or maybe even a stay-at-home mom? I wonder if she ever feels invisible when she’s not wearing those black leather boots. I don’t know about you or Batgirl, but that’s exactly how I feel.
These last few months had been a slow dimming of the spark that once consumed my countenance. I feel as though the flame that once burned bright within me has slowly been growing smaller each day until finally someone just gently exhaled by me and the flame was diminished completely. I’ve gone numb – completely invisible to the world. Back in high school I had a reputation. People knew who I was, knew my values, what I believed and respected me. You could even say I was popular, even though I was very different than the stereotypical “popular” crowd. People wanted to be me, wanted my life, wanted my friends and wanted my reputation. They thought my life was perfect, and I understand why they thought that but it wasn’t. And now, if any of those people that thought that in high school are reading this, know that my life is not perfect, but rather quite lame at the moment. I spend every weekend studying at the library, I have not gone on a single date while going to BYU, and I haven’t attended a legit college party once this year. What happened to that girl I used to be? That girl who LOVED life, spent every weekend with her best friends and was full of fire, passion, and hope. It’s as if Batgirl buried her black leather boots in her closet and became passive over the fact that evil villains were taking control of the city. Well that stops tonight – ironically the night that is supposed to represent the Dead has sparked life within me. As soon as I zipped up my Batgirl costume and slid on my knee-high sexy black leather boots, I took a good look in the mirror and realized that this costume represents the girl I am. Smoothe, sexy, smart, confident, single and fabulous. I love Halloween – it’s unfrozen my cold body and resurrected me from my slumber of lameness. No more hiding from the world – it’s time the cat, or rather the bat, came out of the bag and I want everyone to know my name, my face, and who I am. There's just something about those black leather boots...
