It started ever since I was a little kid. I grew up infatuated with her. I thought she was beautiful, elegant, smart and simply amazing.
My mother owned a movie where Marilyn had starred in and since I had heard my parents and other people talk about her, I decided to see for myself if she was a good actress.
"Some Like It Hot."
That was the first movie I saw of her when I was just ten years old.
I laughed throughout the movie, by the end I understood why everyone liked her.
Four years later, at age fourteen, I entered a store to rent a couple of movies and I found another movie of hers called "The Seven Year Itch."
I vaguely remembered seeing one of her movies before so I thought, why not rent another of hers?
She made me laugh so much while watching that movie, I most probably cried from laughter.
I never returned that movie and had to pay a fine after saying I had 'lost it' but really I just loved that movie too much to hand it back.
When I was fifteen just about a year after watching that, I returned to the store.
The same employee still worked there and I remember him sneering when I walked in.
I was going to ask for help on finding Marilyn Monroe movies but decided it was best not to talk to him.
Without any help, I found "How To Marry A Millionare."
The employee didn't want to lend me the movie, thinking I would 'lose it' again. Eventually I got a hold of it.
By now my obsession had begun.
I started watching all of her films, listening to any music she had and putting pictures of her on my wall, that was cluttered with posters.
When it was my birthday, I wore a white dress like she had in "The Seven Year Itch" to my sweet sixteen.
I decided to learn more about her life sometime when I was sixteen.
I found out all of the movies she made (including one explicit film that I do not intend to watch), all of the good things she did, her real name, her whole life biography.
As age seventeen was nearing, I decided to became like a living replica of her.
Unlike all those others who hang out in LA with a wig and some white dress acting like her just to charge people for photos, I didn't want to use her for money. If I gained some money in the process so be it but I wasn't going to be like the others.
The day of my seventeenth birthday, I went to a hair saloon and chopped off my long ginger hair into a blonde bob.
The hair stylist thought I was crazy for wanted to cut off and dye my long ginger hair that she found so beautiful but I wanted it short and blonde, like Marilyn's.
That day, I also bought blue contact lenses to replace my brown eyes and glasses.
The next day I curled my short hair, put on my contact lenses, and wore vibrant red lipstick.
Three people stopped me that day to ask for a picture and told me that I looked like Marilyn Monroe.
That encouraged me to continue following her life and trying to be like her.
Some people think my obsession is unhealthy but I just call it dedication.