University of Arizona
Have you ever struggled
mightily for something and failed? How did you respond?
Even
though people say the words "past is past," I can vividly remember
all the negative things said to me growing up. Somehow those words stayed with
me and has affected me in great measures. "Why can't you be smarter, how
come you're not pretty or skinny like your cousins, why can't you do anything
right," were constantly repeated to me whenever my relatives would see me.
There was a point where I broke down and cried out all my anger and sadness
that I was holding in. I told myself that I had to prove those who hurt me
wrong, and fix all of the flaws that I had.
Everyone wants to be
accepted for who they are, but I felt that I needed to change for others to be
satisfied. I became what no other person would want to feel,
uncomfortable in my own skin. Meaning that I would always be paranoid when ever
people looked at me, thinking that they were judging the way I looked. I've
been told so many times to not let anything bother me, but I felt as if those
things about me were true. I didn't feel like going out with family or friends,
even though they invited me to do the things that I loved to do. Sure, I was
able to do the weirdest things without caring what others thought, but that all
stopped.
I began to do what people who knew me
never expected of me. Of course teachers expect you to do what is told of you,
but I went ahead and did more. After doing my normal assignments, I did extra
work just so that I would understand the material more clearly. Even though I
would pass a test, I would study more and retake the same test to see if I
could get a higher score. Every time I would get a good grade I went home to
tell my parents, just so that they didn't feel I was a disappointment. Instead
of watching cartoons or drama shows, I watched informational shows, or more of
educational channels. I gained knowledge and was shock of how many things I
didn't before.
Not only did I try to
become smarter, I also tried to change everything on the outside. I bought
clothes that I didn't feel comfortable in, but I just cared about what everyone
else was wearing. I cut my hair, and even put weird things on my face. I did
all sorts of things to make myself look different. Aside from trying to look
different, I tried to not get anyone upset with me. I did what I was asked to
do, answered politely instead the normal "What do you want?!" and
tried to fix what I could not do right before.
After trying my best to fix what others thought wrong of me, I went back
out to see what they thought of the "new" me. I showed them my report
card, wore a new outfit, and helped out with what they needed help with.
Waiting for a response, someone finally says something. With a happy look on my
face, it turned into the saddest. "So, you're still not like your cousins
and how come you are not helping you are so lazy! Everyone else is doing
something but you!" I looked at the people who they were comparing to and
saw that they were doing absolutely nothing helpful but just sitting down
watching television with their trash on the ground.
I turned around and walked
away, I felt a tear trickle down my face because I knew that I was a
disappointment. For the next few days I locked myself in my room, knocked
everything down in anger and could not even eat. After letting all my feelings
out, I had a session with someone who accepted me for who I was. We talked
about what had been going, and had given me advice that I will never forget.
"Skylar, always know that people will judge you for the things you do, but
it is your decision of whether to let it get to you or not care at all. But
know that those who hurt you have been through the same situation as you."
Hearing words like that
helped me to realize, that it didn’t matter what I wore, what things I know,
how to do things right or be a perfectionist, all that matters is what I thought
of myself. I went back to the person who everyone noticed flaws in, I went back
to the real me. So, whenever someone would say something critical about me I
would shrug my shoulders with an “I don’t care” look on my face. Today I may be
shy, but there is an outgoing side of me. I can go out and do weird things
again and also do the things that I love to do.
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