continuation from last post...
At this stage of messiness of my life, that's what it feels like. Like no one but the amazing women that inspire me get me, from old muses like Anacaona to Frida Kahlo, to Oprah, women I have grown up watching, to the fashionistas I follow that share the same passions as me to the poets that make words out of my own misconstrued feelings, to the women in my culture that rise day after day. All I can think about right now is the fuel these women have been igniting in me. Real women too, that one way or another are hustling the best way they know how. Women like Caro, Ada , Alicia , Nayyirah Waheed, Gala, The Quann Sisters, Ami Vega, MP Frias, ... the list of women who currently inspire me goes on and on and on. And those women you love, close to home; your soulmates, who have grown beside you and will always be there to build you up and don't forget the ones you don't want to end up like, because they deserve better than what they've settled for. Inspiration comes from every where, and at least if right now all I have is that, then I am grateful for it, because it means i'm feeling, i'm working, i'm growing. All around I see these amazing Super Women, these Amazing Beings, encouraging each other, celebrating each other and i love that i'm in the midst of it all. TGHIO aka Thanks God High School Is Over, instead of picking on each other, what's trending is building each other up. Speaking of... Glamour Magazine just posted this greatness "Support other women, your girls are the most loyal people in your life."_Jennifer Lopez
I was bullied throughout the entire time I was in school, as far back as I can remember. Growing up in a neighborhood full of sassy little Latinas isn't always as fun as it sounds. Girls are so mean when they are growing up, and they are meaner because they hurt your feelings, they trigger those little psychological areas, mind games more than anything. I was made fun of for my over grown body towards the end of elementary school, as I have always been a bit ahead of my time. Later on in middle school being made fun of my large eyes; called fish, apparently with those large eyes came my wobbly head which made me deserve the name "Bobblehead" to later on the movement of my eyes being an issue, lol that followed me on to high school, apparently everyone has an issue with my big eyes, and the way that they roll. Oh well, I love my big black eyes!
I don't think I've ever been a bully, even with my strong character. It's just so stupid, so silly, so ignorant, but so serious. And in the future, completely pointless, because instead of making enemies you could've made friends to inspire you. Luckily, the way I was raised, letting bullying affect me was not an option. I remember my father telling my brother "If you come home hit, i'm going to hit you! You have to defend yourself!" I can't say I completely agree with the way my parents, or better yet my culture puts it, but I definitely agree in defending yourself. Defend yourself the best way you know how; whether that means seeking out help, talking to a friend, or simply ignoring them; fearlessly and head on, as I did. Remember, that person, someway somehow thinks you are that important that they are giving you their time and attention. So Smile, Dress to Kill and keep it moving. One thing that always helps, is kill them with Success! When I see my bullies now that i'm older, I can't help but Smile at them, genuinely, and thinking You Made Me Stronger, Thank You!
Oh and DON'T BE A BULLY! Is it worth it?
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