I cannot explain how much I HATED my life in middle school. I barely had any friends, and the majority of people didnt like me. It was like if someone talked to me they would catch a disease that they call weird. I always had people telling me I couldnt do certain things. Every day some jerk would pick on me cause of my skin. I have had issues with acne since I was in third grade. My face was so oily I had to whipe it off every 40 minutes. It was the curse of genetics. Not only did my oily pimply skin make me come close to tears every time I had to look at it. On top of that jerks would ask me why I never took a bath and scorn me for wearing too much makeup. I took a bath every day and there isnt many girls out there who would just prance around school with their face full of acne without trying to cover it. It wasnt like I looked like a clown, my mother whom worked in a beauty shop for years helped me. Freshman year I took a very powerful and dangerous drug that happened to be a miracle. Somewhere in between the time I was done with the meds and when I started , I learned to stop caring what people think about me. I learned to ignore the negative comments that where just going to tear me down. Dont like me? I dont care cause I freaking like me and I am proud of who I am. If you call me a freak and if you call me weird Im going to thank you because thats a reminder that I am myself. I think back and I wonder why the names every bothered me and why I ever cared so much about what people thought. The time in my life my skin me me a target was actually a blessing because that made me who I am today.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 02:42:13 +0000
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