Personal Narrative: Looks Like Most Black Girls

“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 that I was once told was beautiful was washed away by malicious words. To think that I even amounted anything in life made my tears pour down like rushing waterfalls. The girls in my school put thoughts into my head that I never imagined exist. They made me starve myself, cut myself and hit rock bottom. I became so great at putting on a fake smile and seeming happy. As a result of enduring bullying, I became more …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