Change...

Change. Such a simple, uncomplex, monosyllabic moniker for turning a normal thing into something abnormal, for making your life just a tiny pinch spicier. Change is unprecedented sometimes. Or it can be completely meditated. The reasons behind a change are vast and differ from one item to the next. I changed the color of my hair this morning. My reason for the change wasn't simply just because my roots were showing. I had a crazy preconceived notion that if I made a small change, not a drastic one, maybe your eyes would actually meet mine... But that is a big hope to rest in a bottle of liquid change. Change for others could be choosing to put their right shoe on first instead of the left. Change could be abstaining from drinking Coke for every single meal. Change could be realizing that the media's attempts at forcing fake images of perfection down teenagers' throats and believing them up until NOW. While watching What Not to Wear last night, I witnessed women who thought that they could never attain a positive image of themselves but, with a simple change in clothing, realized that they were perfect all along. Change doesn't have to be that profound. It doesn't have to happen at all. If you feel a need for a small change, order a chocolate ice cream cone instead of a vanilla one. Make your life spicy! (Just don't get spicy ice cream. That sounds pretty nasty.)