by Mkenna Gerard
When I was a child, I was obsessed with glitter—the bright, reflective, sparkly substance that made everything feel magical and alive. I loved how it transformed the ordinary into something extraordinary, how it caught the light and demanded to be noticed. Glitter wasn’t just something I used for crafts or decorations; it was a feeling, an experience, a little piece of magic I could hold in my hands. Even now, my love for glitter hasn’t faded. It makes me feel confident, seen, and connected to the carefree joy of childhood. I never understood people who hated it—the mess, the way it lingers for months—because to me, that was the best part. Glitter refuses to be forgotten, leaving traces of itself everywhere, just like the most meaningful experiences in life. It reminds me of a time before stress, before expectations, when happiness was as simple as a handful of sparkles. Even today, when I see glitter, I feel like a child again—full of wonder, excitement, and endless possibility.
Now, I see glitter for what it truly is—not just a material, but a reflection of who I am and who I want to be. I hope to be remembered the way glitter is remembered—leaving a mark that’s impossible to ignore. I want to be someone who brings brightness into people’s lives, someone who stands out unapologetically, someone who, even in the smallest ways, leaves behind something beautiful. Glitter isn’t just fun or flashy; it’s resilient. It clings, it persists, and it finds its way into places you’d never expect. That’s exactly how I want to live—making an impact that lingers, a presence that shines long after I’m gone. The way glitter catches the light and spreads joy wherever it goes is how I strive to exist in the world. No matter where life takes me, I will always carry that same sparkle within me, hoping to leave behind a little bit of magic wherever I go.