Imagine you are walking past a girl. She is sixteen years old with blonde hair, small/short frame and brown eyes. The only other information you can recall about her is that she is a cheerleader. You probably already have a first opinion on her, right? Stereotypes would say she is a “stupid blonde”, “ a prep”, or a “typical white girl”. You make these judgements and assumptions about a girl you don’t even know.
Now imagine what I, the writer, look like. You don’t see the same girl described above do you?
That girl you walked by is me. There is so much more to me than just my appearance. A girl who focuses on her studies, plays soccer, loves art, kids, and music is how you would describe me. My dad once told me that I would still
Now imagine what I, the writer, look like. You don’t see the same girl described above do you?
That girl you walked by is me. There is so much more to me than just my appearance. A girl who focuses on her studies, plays soccer, loves art, kids, and music is how you would describe me. My dad once told me that I would still