By Patricia Biesen
We all have our stories.
My story is that I’m a freak who is too different, too unique and too strange to experience the life I really want to have.
My early childhood was filled with unique challenges. I was hyper-active, ADD, dyslexic, pigeon toed so badly I had to wear special shoes with a bar attached at night to straighten out my feet.
As I grew older I developed very early. I reached adult height at the age of 10. I eventually found out I had a growth disorder called Precocious Adolescence. In many cases a child will develop very early and then stop growing and many of these children actually end up being rather short.
I used to have dreams that I would keep growing and growing and become a gigantic girl.
I felt like I didn’t belong in a child’s world and I certainly didn’t belong in an adult’s world. Surely, I thought, I would fit in by the time I became a real teenager. That didn’t happen either.
“You must be this high to ride.”
As an adult, I’m different because —
I’m allergic to at least five things.
I’m an artist.
I eat healthy greens things.
I lift weights.
I have a nose ring and three piercings in each ear.
I have AB- blood.
I’m a Scorpio with a Leo rising and a Gemini moon.
My teeth are pointy like vampire fangs.
At least now that I’m a part of polite adult society, most will use words like distinctive or authentic or striking instead of weird to describe me.
The very things we think are amazing, beautiful and wonderful are well… freakish.
To name a few: blue diamonds, double rainbows, white tigers, four-leaf clovers, blue moons, super moons for that matter — I could go on and on.
Movie Stars are freaks who are admired for their unique features: Elizabeth Taylor’s violet eyes, Audrey Hepburn’s neck, Angelina Jolie’s lips, Cyd Chariss’s legs, and Julia Roberts’ smile.
Being a freak can also mean being the first person to try and do something unconventional or someone with extreme talent: Einstein, Beethoven, Georgia O’Keefe, Tim Burton, John Lennon, Walt Disney, Muhammad Ali, Dr. Seuss, Picasso, Michael Stipe, Iggy Pop . . .
Whenever I get tired of a story, I write a new one.
I’m choosing this as my new definition of a freak:
a person or a situation that is highly magical, valued, talented, revered and adored.