Giraffe on the ceiling.

I remember reading a book in about 5th grade about a girl who was completely herself much to the disdain of her peers and parents. She was eccentric and artistic. I remember thinking that I wished to have the courage to be myself. I didn't find anything close to her courage until late into my high school years, and even then, I often hid my artistic expression from others. I still feel like I don't know how to fully express myself. I once told a counselor that I wished I could paint my walls in rainbow and hang a giraffe from the ceiling, but eccentricism just isn't accepted, or at least I don't feel it is. I get sick of my cookie cutter home, haircut and life.