Growing up, I was always confused about so many things I came across. I was never taught how to deal with obstacles. I was never taught how to cope with sadness or anger. Nobody taught me what love was. I was never tucked into bed or told bed time stories. Around 6 years old, I realized I was so different from other kids. Throughout my whole childhood, I was the kid who had to worry about what others thought of me. Appearance was a priority for my parents so I was the kid who had to sit back and watch my friends roll down the grassy hills, paint pictures, build sand castles, play tag, and so on. Even though I did everything my parents wanted, I still wasn’t good enough. I was too skinny, or too dark, too this and too that.
Bullying played a big role in my childhood. I remember in 1st grade a few of my “friends” thought it’d be funny to grab me by my arms and legs and throw me on the back top. I slid for a second and got scratched all up on my right side of my stomach. It’s so funny to me now cause I was so stupid. I didn’t do anything or tell anyone. All I did was cry in the bathroom while everyone just laughed about it.
I kind of want to end it here because I am now 18 years old and literally nothing has changed. I was just taught to hate my own life lol