The Importance Of My Family

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“Why do you wear your hair like that, how come you do not look like most black girls,” they say. I hover in my seat at the lunch table, biting down on my bottom lip to keep from crying. I take each and every insult that comes my way like bullets piercing my heart. My seventh grade self-went home that day and ran to the bathroom. I looked at my appearance and lost any hope that I had in myself. Hating and wishing that I looked like everyone else, just wishing that I was not born into the family that I was in. Finally, deciding that enough was enough I walked into the kitchen and took one of my father’s prescription pills, drowning myself in the bottle. Hoping and wishing that the pain would just go away, only to end up numb and alive. Everything …show more content…
They felt as though they should have been heir for me more. As I got older, I noticed that most of all my family members only cared for themselves and that if anything bad could happen or if there was an issue they would not be there for you. As a child I was naive and thought that I was always going to be protected by them no matter what but that is not the case. I happen to not trust my family as much and I give most of them the cold shoulder. I cannot pick the family I am born into but I can choose what and who I let into my life so that the good is good and the bad stays away from me. I cannot say that I am perfect and my family is not either but there is so much a person can take and what makes them the way they are. My family sees that I have change some say for the good and most say for them bad. I guess it is because I have not found enough room and trust in my heart to let most people …show more content…
I always listened to what my parents said and never questioned anything, but with everything that has happened I just snapped. I started to rebel I hated listening to what others had to say to me. I could not wait until I had gotten older to make my own decisions and tell others what to do. This of course was not the case because something deep inside of me knew what I was doing was wrong. My focus in school dropped because I was always worried about what people were saying about me, it came to a point I stressed myself out until my weight started dropping from 100 pounds to 80 pounds. I was already a small person but losing so much even got the teachers to get worried about me. I stopped caring about my wellbeing just so that I could fit in with everyone

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