... and met.
begin by thanking the messages and comments in this nearly 3-week absence, I hope I have not been erased from their blogroll, is . Thanks also for supporting my post-b errinchudo and pataletero - before, I hope not judge me by the attack of vanity. By the way I give them an update : I've grown an inch. Ja! why not ill? and, seriously, I tell them I'm getting used to the idea of \u200b\u200bme differently, which was the trigger that caused my previous post. In fact, what I said at the time was just the beginning.
After posting tonight, I more relaxed sleep. The next day I woke up in a bad mood, wanting to stay in bed all day. The physiological need called me, I went to the bathroom. Before returning to my state of lethargy, I stood before the mirror (which is not typical of me, who know me know that I love to look good but do not complicate my life or I'm stuck to anything just to see me reflecting ). I looked. It was not the court, it was not my face, my body or my clothes, which seemed to clash with my whole being. After few minutes I realized that I did not recognize that image reflected in the mirror. As if my body was no longer mine.
After posting tonight, I more relaxed sleep. The next day I woke up in a bad mood, wanting to stay in bed all day. The physiological need called me, I went to the bathroom. Before returning to my state of lethargy, I stood before the mirror (which is not typical of me, who know me know that I love to look good but do not complicate my life or I'm stuck to anything just to see me reflecting ). I looked. It was not the court, it was not my face, my body or my clothes, which seemed to clash with my whole being. After few minutes I realized that I did not recognize that image reflected in the mirror. As if my body was no longer mine.
While my makeover was not dramatic ( keep my original hair color, face myself library) felt that there were no traces of that Rocío who emigrated Peru; first would be the hair, then the accent and who knows, to the spirit. Another exchange throughout this process that come through the last (almost ) three years. A detail so ridiculous, like cutting my hair, my insecurities enough to emerge. In my case, questions like: "i s a friend tomorrow to see me walking a street in Lima, I recognize? " or " the little I know here, not recognizing me, I forget? " passed through my mind.
is that somehow that we are among two worlds, we feel a subconscious need to immortalize that last image, mental picture, we left where we were last time. As if we were dead men walking, we hope to be remembered as the usual although our circumstances change and on the road, lose friends, acquaintances, customs, and even hobbies. This contradicts the other hand, the need , joining existing values \u200b\u200band norms of the host country, whose highest point is the recognition (personal or professional ) by the receiving culture. Because no you love your background, nobody likes to be the alien "here" or "beyond."
That day I found no answers, just the opposite. All this, however, led me to re-evaluate how I want to be identified or recognized by others, as he arrived? As that was?
finally decided that I will be one that always was but "improved" because if I took the hard way I did with all my heart, but sometimes I stumble and lose direction. Well, if you learned something from this experience is that I'm really daring, but it costs me my head.
is that somehow that we are among two worlds, we feel a subconscious need to immortalize that last image, mental picture, we left where we were last time. As if we were dead men walking, we hope to be remembered as the usual although our circumstances change and on the road, lose friends, acquaintances, customs, and even hobbies. This contradicts the other hand, the need , joining existing values \u200b\u200band norms of the host country, whose highest point is the recognition (personal or professional ) by the receiving culture. Because no you love your background, nobody likes to be the alien "here" or "beyond."
That day I found no answers, just the opposite. All this, however, led me to re-evaluate how I want to be identified or recognized by others, as he arrived? As that was?
finally decided that I will be one that always was but "improved" because if I took the hard way I did with all my heart, but sometimes I stumble and lose direction. Well, if you learned something from this experience is that I'm really daring, but it costs me my head.
Rocío.
Pd-The next post will be prepared xD visual and do not bad ideas.
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