STORY TIME
My story.
I'm 14.
And I want you to know more about who I am.
The very first time I can remember being ashamed of who I was, was in second grade. I was only six years old.
We were doing a project, an autobiography about ourselves. We had to draw a picture of ourselves for the cover and I worked really hard on mine. I was proud of it.
I used a special set of markers with lots of great colors and I used a mirror so I could get it right.
The moment I stepped up and showed the class my portrait they all started laughing at me. I was so upset I threw the book away and wouldn't let anyone look at it.
The second time was the summer after third grade. I was eight.
My third grade teacher's husband died of a heart attack. Something no one could predict or control.
But I blamed myself. I cried and was terrified to go to the funeral or even go to mass at all. I can clearly remember thinking "It's my fault. God is punishing me by hurting Mrs. Herndon and her family I'm a bad person."

I. Was. Eight.

Then in fourth grade, we did another "self discovery project" and I found out the meaning of my name.
In Greek, my name means pretty or beautiful. When I announced that in my report, the entire class laughed. Again.
In fifth grade, I started to realize why they laughed. They were all beautiful skinny little pretty girls. And I wasn't.
In sixth grade, I was the teacher's pet, the geek, the loser. And I only had two friends.
SO I left the school district for private school where I found friends. But after two years I had to go back to public school and my new friends from private school ditched me.
And so I'm back to square one.

Just so you know.

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STORY TIME My story. I'm 14. And I want you to know more

5 faves · 3 comments · Sep 3, 2012 7:50pm

jordankimberly21 · 1 decade ago
I know you don't know me, and I don't know you. And I know a lot of people post comments like "i'm here for you if you need to talk" or whatever, but I am here. You don't have a lot of friends at your school? I'll be your friend. You don't think you're beautiful? I can show you how pretty you are. You need someone to vent to, to talk to, to laugh with? I can be that person. There's a chance that this will be ignored, forgotten, disregarded. But there's also a chance that you will read this and want to talk to me. I'm not gonna say that I can relate, or that I know what you're going through, because I don't. You are the only person that really understands yourself. But I can listen to what you're going through and try to help. Looking back at what I wrote, I realize this doesn't make a lot of sense. Words can't express how I feel, and how I want to help. So if you want, you can talk to me. I'll be here. (:
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evenifitbreaksyourheartt · 1 decade ago
i'm moving from a public school to a private academy & have to leave all my friends.

stay strong beautiful (:
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BRIANACOLLIN · 1 decade ago
Sweetheart I feel the same way. I started in public and was ridiculed there. I moved to a private school and it was even worse. I was called so many horrible names and so many rumors were spread about me. Now I'm back in public school and very afraid. But, I made 1 new friend last week. That's all you need. That 1 person that actually cares you exist. Hope you do well. -BrianaCollin
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