I remember when i was a little kid, say 6-7, it was Sailor Moon. I used to get up early every morning just to watch it. Then I'd be a little terrorist all day because I'd gotten up so early. I used to draw my own Sailor Scout (I don't recall her name but I bet it was badass) and arguing with The-Powers-That-Be-My-Parents that the thing on her head wasn't a headband, it was her Sailor Scout Tiara and it was part of her magic costume. Those were my first costumed heroes as well as my first anime. 

Then, when I was 10 or 11, it was Yu-Gi-Oh. Man, I loved that show. I loved the magical size-changing hair and the look of it (even though now I can't even stand to look at some episodes because of how horrifyingly it was animated). My favorite character was Seto Kaiba, and an image of him is the first colored fanart I drew. It inspired my first fanfiction when I was 13. 

Ah. Memories. Way back in the day, Kira sometimes finished things. 

By the time I had entered 7th grade, my tastes began to mature. So that at this point, I had been introduced to a little manga called 'Naruto'. 

I joined the Naruto fan club, hanging out with people who's friendships followed me all through school and into high school. Now I was introduced to the practice of delegating an OC to a specific character (I was delegated to Choji, but God forbid I said I actually wanted Sasuke) I was 13, this was as close as I wanted to get to a meaningful relationship. 

At 13.5, now a very wise young woman, I began to extend my interests to other things like Harry Potter and boys. The first was my guilty pleasure, since it was totally mainstream. The second was also out of reach as my mother forbade boys (best move she ever made as a mom. Kudos to Mom). But I had my share of squeaky-voiced suitors (who wouldn't leave me alone!!!)

Then there were a steady stream of interests, Wallflower, Ouran High School Host Club (I still can't resist that one XD) anything I could read in borrowed shonen jumps that didn't suck. I was still very stubborn about reading something new. 

This pattern continued. . . Until Bleach. 

Wao. . . Bleach. I couldn't get enough Bleach. I was 15. It was amazing! The art! The writing! THE STRAWBERRY! I loved the in-your-face bold characters and the tenacity of it and the movement of every panel. Such outright badassery! 

I watched chapter after chapter as not only the characters, but the artist grew as well! From blocky, bare characters, to softer, rounder, bigger-eyed characters, I fell head over heels for Tite Kubo's work. 

Fast forward a year. One fateful evening. Babysitting the siblings. Chillin' in my parents room (They had the DVR). On Mom's Mac. 

Wikipedia Browsing, I be so chill. Marvel Superheroes you say Wiki? Okay, sure. 

So I clicked it. And my eyes were opened to the light. I didn't have to look to the East to find my fix, it was made in the good ole U.S of A! 

The first hero I fell for? Namor the Sub-Mariner. Followed by Wolverine. Then Daken. The next, Balder the Brave. Then Amadeus Cho. Now? Ares is my crush of the month, but who knows after that? (I'm beginning to read up on Captain Marvel)

Anyway, the point of this very boring blog is to describe to you the evolution of a teenage girl's fandom. From Sailor Scouts to the Avengers, and who knows what's next? So if you've persevered this long, you're awesome, and I ask you this question: How has your fandom evolved?