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Dec 23, 2015
Undergraduate / Title: FOG----Parsons Challenge Essay :) [2]
Sometimes we learn a lot from the dreadful experiences that we have faced. Over the last 2 years there have been periods, I feel lost in my twisted mind and I was formed and molded in my thoughts. My thoughts and imaginary are very deep and various from others. That's might be the reason I get bullied from first grade to eleventh grade. I changed my environment due to the fact that I was depressed, but it was impossible to find someone that can understand me. I saw my reflection in a big mirror in the room. My happy facial expression reflecting in the mirror, tall and bright boy whose inner self was dark and cloudy. It was real me. Confusion and Lonesome. My mind feels clouded like there's a fog around me. Inside I am completely different person. Society encourage us to smile. I am really bright person inside, when I am screaming inside in my mind. I started to change myself. Due to fresh new start I thought clothes can influence the way people treat me, so I started looking for magazine like GQ, looking for runway shows. It became my addiction, it became my drug and my heart and soul. I was healing from my anxiety and depression. I find the light at the end of tunnel. I was breaking the mold. As Anna Dello Russo said, "Reality for me is too hard. Fashion is an escape. Is my addiction, better than drugs". When I watch Dior documentary or go to a Museum, it makes me wanna breath. It allows me to dip into another world and escape the one that I'm living.
Sometimes we learn a lot from the dreadful experiences that we have faced. Over the last 2 years there have been periods, I feel lost in my twisted mind and I was formed and molded in my thoughts. My thoughts and imaginary are very deep and various from others. That's might be the reason I get bullied from first grade to eleventh grade. I changed my environment due to the fact that I was depressed, but it was impossible to find someone that can understand me. I saw my reflection in a big mirror in the room. My happy facial expression reflecting in the mirror, tall and bright boy whose inner self was dark and cloudy. It was real me. Confusion and Lonesome. My mind feels clouded like there's a fog around me. Inside I am completely different person. Society encourage us to smile. I am really bright person inside, when I am screaming inside in my mind. I started to change myself. Due to fresh new start I thought clothes can influence the way people treat me, so I started looking for magazine like GQ, looking for runway shows. It became my addiction, it became my drug and my heart and soul. I was healing from my anxiety and depression. I find the light at the end of tunnel. I was breaking the mold. As Anna Dello Russo said, "Reality for me is too hard. Fashion is an escape. Is my addiction, better than drugs". When I watch Dior documentary or go to a Museum, it makes me wanna breath. It allows me to dip into another world and escape the one that I'm living.
