I saw an old school-mate of mine this past week.
Instead of looking at my eyes and responding to my emphatic "HOW ARE YOU" question she looked me up and down and said with a tone of surprise "YOU"RE SO... OATMEAL!"
Granola? Is that what you meant? Thank you.
By that you mean that you see I am wearing clothes from thrift stores or hand-me downs or home-mades because I don't like sweat-shops.
By that you mean that you see my dreads in their fuzzy wild glory and know there's no speck of hairspray in there and I am not afraid to be on the outside what my spirit is on the inside.
So I was called Oatmeal. She meant Granola. I've been called Hippie. I've been called Poo-head. I've been called Tree-hugger.
If I were to introduce myself it wouldn't have anything to do with my outward appearance though; just my inner appearance which happens to be reflected on my outter.
Leave em' guessing. There are so many labels out there, which mostly just serve the purpose of putting people in a box.
updated by @blk: 07/23/15 03:18:42AM