Ever since I was a kid, I struggled to please everyone around me. I tried to look they way they wanted me to.
“Wear this”. Okay.
“Get a haircut”. Okay.
“Dancing isn’t allowed”. Okay.
It got to a point where I did everything asked of me in the hopes of being told, “You’re doing a good job”.
No one ever even told me that.
Three years ago, I decided to start doing what I wanted to.
I wanted to be myself, not someone else.
I wanted to wear what I wanted and grow my hair out.
I had to change schools three times because I was bullied by my teachers.
My relationships with similarly violent people also fell apart.
I’m 22 years old now. I’m happy with my body, the way I look, my life, and my education.
I lost a lot of people but found myself.