I was called everything but a child of God…skinny, little, flat chested, no booty, anorexic, and my personal favorite…a stick. Kids can be so cruel. I look back at the younger photo of me and I can laugh, but at the same time I was happy. I may have looked a mess, but every article of clothing I had on was grateful! While my mom and dad wasnt in my life, people stepped in and took care of me! They bought me things that helped boosted my SELF-esteem. To others I could’ve been the butt of many jokes, but I was really appreciative of what people did for me. I never thought I wasn’t pretty, but I always wished to look my age like other girls. In today’s time, cruel words are sending these kids straight on a suicide mission. Just because someone does not look like you, it does not give you the right to shame them. You never know what somebody is going through!
Even now, I don’t like people looking at me (why public speaking & singing makes me uncomfortable), being around a lot of people gives me anxiety (why I tend to stay to myself), hearing other people talk about people gives me anxiety (why my friends are the sweetest), and I don’t like being the center of attention ( number one reason I didn’t want a wedding).
Be careful with your words! They can give life, or they can give death!