"She grew up in the city in a little subdivision. Her daddy wore a tie, momma never fried a chicken. Ballet, straight A’s, most likely to succeed. They bought her a car after graduation, sent her down south for some higher education. Put her on the fast track to a law degree. Now she’s comin home to visit holding the hand of a wild-eyed boy with a farmer’s tan. And shes riding in the middle of his pickup truck blaring Charlie Daniels yellin, “Turn it up!” They raised her up a lady but there’s one thing they couldn't avoid, ladies love country boys!"
this song describes my life perfectly. every single sentence of it. i used to be that girl, who cared about everything so much. the one who cared what everyone thought about her. the one that wouldn't touch dirt. now, i don't give a dang what anyone thinks about me. i discovered the country life, and im never going back. i can never explain to you my love for the country life. my whole life has changed, for the better. ive discovered who the real me is. i know who i am, and i know what i stand for. 3 years ago when i was finding out who i really was, i got so much crap for it. there wasn't a single day that i didn't get ridiculed. every single day i had to put up with peoples rude comments. 3 years later, i don't have to deal with that anymore. i pushed through it, and i followed what i wanted to become. i want to tell you guys that you can be whoever you want to be. its not always easy, but don't be scared. sometimes its rough, but you can do it. have the courage to be who you want. yes, i lost a lot of friends, but i also gained some. a lot of people look down on me for being a hick, and sometimes my family doesn't agree. but its my life, and im going to live it. do things that make you happy! you only live once, stop living for other people. i can tell you that your happiness will come when you finally accept who you are. ive never been happier in my life. you know why? because i love myself. not in a conceited way, but i am happy and proud of who i am.
and p.s. holding the hand of a wild-eyed boy with a farmers tan is the absolute best thing in the world (: i suggest it.