A girl has her pride, after all.
You know what's intensely satisfying?
Meeting with people I knew in what amounts to Junior High (read: Homeschool Center), people that made my life HELL, people who hurt me physically and emotionally, and knowing that at the end of the day, I'm still two years smarter, two years stronger, and lightyears beyond their full potential.
Being a full 8 inches taller doesn't hurt either. Who's short now, bitch?
It feels good. A tough road, with plenty of bumps along the way, but good.
Five years ago, I was 4'8", 76 lbs. My hair was 37" long, and the braid went halfway down my thighs. I was scrawny enough to be targeted, and loud enough to ask for it. I was different enough to stick out, and stubborn enough to not want to ever back down. When a teacher tried to tell me that I was wrong because I didn't believe in Creationism, I quit her class and boned up on Darwin. When I wasn't any good at one sport, I tried another. When a student started dragging me around the school (literally) by my hair, I cut it to a bob. When people tried to pick me up (again, literally), I kicked and bit them. When nearly everyone told me I was a monster, I stuck behind my choices.
Now I'm bigger, stronger, and just as stubborn. I can look at everyone who ever put me down, and I know that I'm better then that, then them. I grew up, and I believed in myself because I knew I could do it.
So even if my life is hectic, I've come so much farther then they tried to say I would.
Just you wait. While they're 'fitting in', I'll be busy achieveing something great.
And for the record, there's only so far sports can carry you. That spot is about 17 miles back.
Meeting with people I knew in what amounts to Junior High (read: Homeschool Center), people that made my life HELL, people who hurt me physically and emotionally, and knowing that at the end of the day, I'm still two years smarter, two years stronger, and lightyears beyond their full potential.
Being a full 8 inches taller doesn't hurt either. Who's short now, bitch?
It feels good. A tough road, with plenty of bumps along the way, but good.
Five years ago, I was 4'8", 76 lbs. My hair was 37" long, and the braid went halfway down my thighs. I was scrawny enough to be targeted, and loud enough to ask for it. I was different enough to stick out, and stubborn enough to not want to ever back down. When a teacher tried to tell me that I was wrong because I didn't believe in Creationism, I quit her class and boned up on Darwin. When I wasn't any good at one sport, I tried another. When a student started dragging me around the school (literally) by my hair, I cut it to a bob. When people tried to pick me up (again, literally), I kicked and bit them. When nearly everyone told me I was a monster, I stuck behind my choices.
Now I'm bigger, stronger, and just as stubborn. I can look at everyone who ever put me down, and I know that I'm better then that, then them. I grew up, and I believed in myself because I knew I could do it.
So even if my life is hectic, I've come so much farther then they tried to say I would.
Just you wait. While they're 'fitting in', I'll be busy achieveing something great.
And for the record, there's only so far sports can carry you. That spot is about 17 miles back.