Sasha,
I started watching wrestling at the end of 2015. I tuned in at a great time because this was the beginning of the revolution. I remember loving Becky Lynch, but I started to like this other wrestler named Sasha Banks. She had pink hair, an awesome entrance, and some pretty amazing gear.
I was gravitated towards you ever since. I cheered for you at WrestleMania 32, and you looked absolutely stunning. You put on a magnificent show that gave me this idea. I thought to myself, “I want to do that. I want to inspire young girls just like they inspire me.”
All I could think about was being a wrestler, however I didn’t know being a wrestling fan came with some hate. At school, my friends said that wrestling was a weird and fake. Other kids in my grade made fun of me for watching it. I didn’t let them get to my head because I had a dream and it was going to come true. …show more content…
Things with friends got out of control. They started to act differently, and not in a good way. I thought I did something wrong, I thought it was because I wasn’t as pretty as them, because I wasn’t built as skinny as them, because I didn’t act as cool as them. This grew me into a state of depression. I felt like I had no friends. I felt like no one had my back. It got so bad that one morning I was unable to get out of bed because I was being dragged down. I felt broken. I felt unloved. I felt
I started watching wrestling at the end of 2015. I tuned in at a great time because this was the beginning of the revolution. I remember loving Becky Lynch, but I started to like this other wrestler named Sasha Banks. She had pink hair, an awesome entrance, and some pretty amazing gear.
I was gravitated towards you ever since. I cheered for you at WrestleMania 32, and you looked absolutely stunning. You put on a magnificent show that gave me this idea. I thought to myself, “I want to do that. I want to inspire young girls just like they inspire me.”
All I could think about was being a wrestler, however I didn’t know being a wrestling fan came with some hate. At school, my friends said that wrestling was a weird and fake. Other kids in my grade made fun of me for watching it. I didn’t let them get to my head because I had a dream and it was going to come true. …show more content…
Things with friends got out of control. They started to act differently, and not in a good way. I thought I did something wrong, I thought it was because I wasn’t as pretty as them, because I wasn’t built as skinny as them, because I didn’t act as cool as them. This grew me into a state of depression. I felt like I had no friends. I felt like no one had my back. It got so bad that one morning I was unable to get out of bed because I was being dragged down. I felt broken. I felt unloved. I felt