December 07, 2016 2 min read 0 Comments
I have to say, growing up, was not the best childhood for me. I obtained acne at an early age; during fifth grade while I was still in elementary. That’s before children even knew what acne was! You can only imagine how embarrassing that was. I endured all the bullying and teasing from the young boys. I endured the pitying, yet confused, glances from the young girls. I tried so hard to fit in.
I was determined to be like all the others no matter what. I wanted to be that girl sitting next to me in class who everyone adored. I wanted to be that girl on television that everyone thought was hilarious. I wanted to be that girl on the cover of the magazine who was deemed absolutely drop dead gorgeous.
I would lie in bed every night thinking, “Why do I have to look like this? Why me?” I became so self-conscious because of my acne. When middle school started, I began to wear my hair down covering half my face. People always questioned the scarring on my face. Some were disgusted and some were genuinely curious. I hated being looked at as different. I had hated being looked at as if I wasn’t just like everyone else.
I never wanted to stand out. I wanted to blend in with the crowd. Unfortunately, you don’t always get want you want in life. During my freshmen year of high school, I started to experiment with makeup. I wanted to be able to go out and not have to stare at the ground as I walked for fear of people staring intensely at my acne scarring.
I thought blending in was what I wanted until I met a couple of new friends. They were DIFFERENT. They loved being quirky, being themselves. They had no care in the world about what others thought of them as long as they were happy. Those peculiar friends changed my life. I saw things in a new perspective. I found happiness in being different.
I learned to accept the fact that I possibly might never fit in with the rest of the crowd, but that was okay. I was happy being me. I didn’t want to be like the same people who couldn’t see past external appearances. I didn’t want to be the seemly perfect girl sitting next to me in class anymore. I wanted to stay as myself. It’s okay to be different. It’s amazing to be unique.
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