Mind of Mine : Beginning

Who am I?

I’m a 20 years old woman of colour who spent her life travelling the world.  By woman of colour, I don’t really mean that I’m black, as everybody can see that at first sight. No, by that I mean a black girl, adopted in a white French family, who lived 4 years in Asia then 3 years in Canada. A girl who grew up filling herself with the red of hatred, violence and passion, the blue of melancholy and immensity, the black of depression and lost, the green of hope and freedom, the yellow of joy and happiness, the pink of romance and femininity, and finally, the purple of love and childishness. I filled myself with the colours of life until I couldn’t even define myself with any of them. I became a real chameleon, a rainbow, full of colours and emotions. 

 For my character, I’m not really social however I met a lot of people though I don’t remember most of them. I am not really nice; I have a bad temper and am extremely straightforward! I don’t care much about reputation and what others think about me, it doesn’t mean I will let people spread things about me: I won’t let others bully me or my friends. I always speak my mind, but I do mind others’ feelings. As I’ve been bullied and a bully, I know exactly how it feels to hurt someone and being hurt, and I guess that’s why I get meaner and meaner: as I grew up I knew exactly how I could hurt and the effect of the words I could use, but will still do it. People wonder if it’s about my ego, but I can assure you that it wasn’t for pride. It was more about survival. 

I was born in Haiti, the First Black Republic. I know nothing about black culture but I’m proud to be of Afro-American decent. I’m extremely proud to be of slave decent and I find no shame to it, at least my ancestors were useful and did great things even if it was just working on plantations. I’m extremely proud of my multicultural self. I’m a romantic no matter how I present myself and God knows that the saying that goes “Love knows no shame” follows me through the years. I’ll stepped of the few grains of ego I have for the ones I liked. I wouldn’t even feel ashamed of it, because at least I had love to give, maybe not to the right person, but at least I had feelings. I had a lot of crush and adventures and were laughed at for that. Today, I laugh at myself for those multiple crushes: for some, they were instantaneous and will vanish as fast they came, but for some others, they were long and peaceful as they were mental support all along. 

  I have a few values for which pride is also secondary: family, friends, loyalty and Honesty.