The Journey to Love Me
As a young girl you never really learn how to love yourself or mature until you go through the motions. You just start noticing how you make better decisions than the fools known as boys when you are about thirteen. You start to settle into yourself, your ways, and your groove. My mother calls it “going through the motions.” It took me all of middle school and nearly all of high school to find myself and love me. Here is the in and out of my story. The between the lines of my reality.
George Washington Carver Learning Center is where it all happened. My 6th grade year was 2012-2013. It was way different than elementary school. I remember vividly planning out what I was going to be supplied with because I was going to be a “young lady.” Going from a homeroom teacher to a block schedule five classes per day was a new world. Yet, this new world was totally different than I planned it to be. Everyone was so much prettier than me. They were more financially stable than I was, and it was a …show more content…
My luscious curls and long hair was so beautiful, but 6th grade changed it. All the girls there had long straight hair. I had a curly wool puff on the top of my head. Eventually I started taking those long, black, silicon plates,which were heated to 400 degrees, to my natural coils every two weeks, just to fit in. In 7th grade it was a little bit different. We had “the 8th graders” to look up to. My style started to improve just a bit, but I still felt like I was at war with all the other girls. Especially since we had double the trouble, being that we had more girls. My first two years of intermediate school were hard. I was trying to find myself, but I was not finding anything but trouble and unhappiness. Being that my dad was not around 100% of the time, I yearned for a love that I was missing. I wanted to fill important, but I just could not fill the void. I still felt like I needed to be
As a young girl you never really learn how to love yourself or mature until you go through the motions. You just start noticing how you make better decisions than the fools known as boys when you are about thirteen. You start to settle into yourself, your ways, and your groove. My mother calls it “going through the motions.” It took me all of middle school and nearly all of high school to find myself and love me. Here is the in and out of my story. The between the lines of my reality.
George Washington Carver Learning Center is where it all happened. My 6th grade year was 2012-2013. It was way different than elementary school. I remember vividly planning out what I was going to be supplied with because I was going to be a “young lady.” Going from a homeroom teacher to a block schedule five classes per day was a new world. Yet, this new world was totally different than I planned it to be. Everyone was so much prettier than me. They were more financially stable than I was, and it was a …show more content…
My luscious curls and long hair was so beautiful, but 6th grade changed it. All the girls there had long straight hair. I had a curly wool puff on the top of my head. Eventually I started taking those long, black, silicon plates,which were heated to 400 degrees, to my natural coils every two weeks, just to fit in. In 7th grade it was a little bit different. We had “the 8th graders” to look up to. My style started to improve just a bit, but I still felt like I was at war with all the other girls. Especially since we had double the trouble, being that we had more girls. My first two years of intermediate school were hard. I was trying to find myself, but I was not finding anything but trouble and unhappiness. Being that my dad was not around 100% of the time, I yearned for a love that I was missing. I wanted to fill important, but I just could not fill the void. I still felt like I needed to be