“A Long Road To Somewhere”
Out of the ashes a princess rises, since 1999 she has been growing, glowing, and becoming a queen. I have fought my hardest in the past eighteen years to get where I am today. I am not the same person I was in the past and I am not yet who I will be in the future. I have come a long way from the silly little girl with the gap to the very tomboyish pre-teen, to “that one girl with half her head shaved” in middle school, to the depressed high school kid trying to save her life.
I am not sure if my family could not afford to stay in one place or they just did not like it but over the last eighteen years of my life, I have lived in ten different cities across New York, Maryland, North Carolina, and South Carolina. I …show more content…
Around this time in my life, I built my wall to protect myself from being bullied for so long. I hated going to school because I had to portray a role of being happy and unbothered because that is just who people thought I was. In sixth grade I got suspended for fighting an eighth grader because she was harassing me, she constantly called me fat, black and ugly. She rode my bus and would make me hate my life every single day. I always told my mom and my counselor about it but they never wanted to do anything or help me. One day, I had just got my hair done and felt great about myself, for the first time in a long time I was happy. She rode my bus so while we were outside in line waiting to get on the bus she kept pulling my hair even after I told her to stop. I turned around and punched her in the face, she drug me by my hair and after she let me go I ran after her but she ran away from me and jumped on the bus after that I never let anyone talk down to me again. In seventh grade, I shaved half of my hair off and tried to become a better me. I tried out for basketball in seventh grade, I did not make the team that year and I cried my eyes out to my mom for a whole night. I switched schools in eighth grade to a charter school in Gastonia but I lived in York. I made the basketball team there and ended up being one of the most popular kids in school. I became a bully and treated most everyone …show more content…
I was actually very smart but was scared to show it because the kids would laugh at me for knowing so much. I started dumbing myself down to fit their standard and to be accepted. Because I did not fully apply myself, I became lazy and disconnected. I started to believe everything they said about me and hated myself even more because I believed them. I started to question why I was even alive, I began to hate everything about me. At this point in my life, I became extremely hard on myself trying to reach perfection. My depression and anxiety started to take over my body, my grades slipped my attitude grew worse and worse. My mom put me in multiple therapy sessions and none of them seemed to help, even to this day I still struggle to handle my depression and
Out of the ashes a princess rises, since 1999 she has been growing, glowing, and becoming a queen. I have fought my hardest in the past eighteen years to get where I am today. I am not the same person I was in the past and I am not yet who I will be in the future. I have come a long way from the silly little girl with the gap to the very tomboyish pre-teen, to “that one girl with half her head shaved” in middle school, to the depressed high school kid trying to save her life.
I am not sure if my family could not afford to stay in one place or they just did not like it but over the last eighteen years of my life, I have lived in ten different cities across New York, Maryland, North Carolina, and South Carolina. I …show more content…
Around this time in my life, I built my wall to protect myself from being bullied for so long. I hated going to school because I had to portray a role of being happy and unbothered because that is just who people thought I was. In sixth grade I got suspended for fighting an eighth grader because she was harassing me, she constantly called me fat, black and ugly. She rode my bus and would make me hate my life every single day. I always told my mom and my counselor about it but they never wanted to do anything or help me. One day, I had just got my hair done and felt great about myself, for the first time in a long time I was happy. She rode my bus so while we were outside in line waiting to get on the bus she kept pulling my hair even after I told her to stop. I turned around and punched her in the face, she drug me by my hair and after she let me go I ran after her but she ran away from me and jumped on the bus after that I never let anyone talk down to me again. In seventh grade, I shaved half of my hair off and tried to become a better me. I tried out for basketball in seventh grade, I did not make the team that year and I cried my eyes out to my mom for a whole night. I switched schools in eighth grade to a charter school in Gastonia but I lived in York. I made the basketball team there and ended up being one of the most popular kids in school. I became a bully and treated most everyone …show more content…
I was actually very smart but was scared to show it because the kids would laugh at me for knowing so much. I started dumbing myself down to fit their standard and to be accepted. Because I did not fully apply myself, I became lazy and disconnected. I started to believe everything they said about me and hated myself even more because I believed them. I started to question why I was even alive, I began to hate everything about me. At this point in my life, I became extremely hard on myself trying to reach perfection. My depression and anxiety started to take over my body, my grades slipped my attitude grew worse and worse. My mom put me in multiple therapy sessions and none of them seemed to help, even to this day I still struggle to handle my depression and