Watch ya mouth.

Sixth grade. I was sitting and waiting on class to start. My thoughts were interrupted by my neighbor pointing out how hairy my arms were. I’ve shaved my arms ever since and still do to this DAY.

Third grade. We were studying static electricity and I could hardly breathe. I was ecstatic that it was almost my turn to get this “magic” balloon rubbed on my hair ad watch it go wild. I stepped up. My instructor quickly pointed out to the class that my hair was different & my kind of hair wouldn’t work. I took the walk of shame back to my seat and sank down hoping I would disappear. First she was wrong and it took me a little bit to figure out we are all different. It’s beautiful.

Ninth grade. It’s summer. Someone points out that I’m chubby compared to the other girls. I struggled with eating disorders through out high school.

Eleventh grade. I’m struggling with grades and I mean struggling. I just CAN’T focus. I’m hit with the words STUPID from a man that’s suppose to uplift his little princess. I doubted myself for years, especially in school. I still do sometimes. I expect less from myself so I’m almost surprised when I do well.

Adult. Same man told me that I would never be anything and that no one would ever love me. I have the hardest time accepting praise and love.

 “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.”

I know you’ve heard the saying.

Well I call BULLSHIT.

Many of the insecurities, doubt, and fears I have were born from the lips of others. One statement can be drilled into someone’s head. BE CAREFUL what you say to others. We should uplift one another not tear each other down. I always try to compliment others. Genuine compliments. Who knows when the last time they received one? Compliment someone today… better yet every day. It’s funny how seeing someone else smile can light up your own day.



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