As a little girl, I know what it felt like to go to bed starving. I was six, there was not much I could do but cry and wonder why I could not eat three meals a day like my classmates did. I remember my parents leaving my two brothers and I with a babysitter majority of the time because they had to work to get money. I was not blessed with the best of lives, and there was nothing I could genuinely do. My parents were struggling to construct a …show more content…
The circumstances that occurred at home followed me at school and kids showed no mercy. I was bullied for wearing the same clothes to school and for wearing my brother’s worn out shoes. No one wanted to be friends with the peculiar, poor girl. If they did want to be, then they were ridiculed. Nobody enjoyed that, so they would leave. My brothers told me to ignore the oppressors, but it was complicated. How do you ignore people making fun of you when you begin believing everything they said? As I grew up school only got worse. My clothes looked nicer, and I had some friends, but people found other attributes to bully me about. However, I was not as naive anymore. I realized the situation and the position my family was in, and decided that I did not want that to be my destiny. Thus, I began studying and doing all of my work. It paid off, because I was always the top of my class. Nevertheless, my peers teased me about being a nerd. I was isolated again. Life was so confusing, and I did not know what to do