I still think about the way I used to feel. The teasing and bullying I endured as a tween/young teen. Never believing or feeling pretty. Thinking I would grow up alone. All the handwritten journals, scribbled frantically, tear-stained, trying to fix myself. Nobody should ever have to feel that way...
"You are a beast - look at your hairy eyebrows!" "You look like a man!" "Nobody wants to date a girl who looks like that!"...observing photos of me from formal dances, murmuring to themselves that even when I try to look nice, I'm still ugly and "beastly." Whatever I did, it wasn't cool. I couldn't fit in! If the cool thing was to wear a certain shirt, I'd wear one. Then I'd be "trying too hard." When we held hands as a team during the National Anthem, I held their hand "weird" so I was a "lesbian." I was a "good girl" so I could never hear the gossip. I told my coaches they told me they would grow up sooner or later, but they never helped stop them.
Any compliment given to me, I took for a joke. Like men sarcastically hooting at an unattractive passerby, "hey hotstuff!" I figured if somebody thought I was cute, they must be mocking me. I thought, "I'm always told how strange I am, so they can't be serious - I'm not cute." The thoughts continued to get deeper, scarier, serious...
I wanted it to end. It all just hurt too much. My thoughts, my head... seeing the things that other people just didn't.
And then one day... they stopped. I woke up with bright eyes, I woke up empowered. I woke up smiling, I woke up beautiful. THEY woke up alone, THEY woke up lost, THEY woke up ugly, THEY woke up without a future.
I wish THEY could TAKE A LOOK AT ME NOW. Look at me! I am happy! I am healthy! I have friends! People appreciate my genuine soul. I have a successful job. I am in l o v e .
I want them to know how they made me feel. I want them to know that I still think about it, they've done permanent damage. I want them to know what they did was wrong! That every young girl is beautiful, sparkling, special.
I am fortunate enough to have been able to deal with the past, to grow beyond it, but not everybody is. I am proud that I can write this (even if it still makes me cry) as a piece of my history... I am proud, I am feeling - thinking - seeking - living, I am a happy, shiny ME.
"You are a beast - look at your hairy eyebrows!" "You look like a man!" "Nobody wants to date a girl who looks like that!"...observing photos of me from formal dances, murmuring to themselves that even when I try to look nice, I'm still ugly and "beastly." Whatever I did, it wasn't cool. I couldn't fit in! If the cool thing was to wear a certain shirt, I'd wear one. Then I'd be "trying too hard." When we held hands as a team during the National Anthem, I held their hand "weird" so I was a "lesbian." I was a "good girl" so I could never hear the gossip. I told my coaches they told me they would grow up sooner or later, but they never helped stop them.
Any compliment given to me, I took for a joke. Like men sarcastically hooting at an unattractive passerby, "hey hotstuff!" I figured if somebody thought I was cute, they must be mocking me. I thought, "I'm always told how strange I am, so they can't be serious - I'm not cute." The thoughts continued to get deeper, scarier, serious...
I wanted it to end. It all just hurt too much. My thoughts, my head... seeing the things that other people just didn't.
And then one day... they stopped. I woke up with bright eyes, I woke up empowered. I woke up smiling, I woke up beautiful. THEY woke up alone, THEY woke up lost, THEY woke up ugly, THEY woke up without a future.
I wish THEY could TAKE A LOOK AT ME NOW. Look at me! I am happy! I am healthy! I have friends! People appreciate my genuine soul. I have a successful job. I am in l o v e .
I want them to know how they made me feel. I want them to know that I still think about it, they've done permanent damage. I want them to know what they did was wrong! That every young girl is beautiful, sparkling, special.
I am fortunate enough to have been able to deal with the past, to grow beyond it, but not everybody is. I am proud that I can write this (even if it still makes me cry) as a piece of my history... I am proud, I am feeling - thinking - seeking - living, I am a happy, shiny ME.
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