Saturday, August 20, 2011
Seeing myself with little confidence, hope, or the will to live.
I wasn't overweight then.
Didn't have the willpower to speak out for myself.
I wasn't allowed to...think, hope, dream, or vision myself not being the one to go beyond a certain level. I am a female, milk chocolate brown...the little pretty girl living in the projects hoping to someday have her own backyard.
Mother diagnosed with bipolar schitzo...living lies of normalcy to assimilate with other peers playing outside waiting on their mamas to call them inside before the streetlight would come on...my culture.
Knew I was poor when the neighborhood changed. The dialect was broken, and people looked at you with that "who you thank you is" look (dialect intended)
Fast-forward to today:
college-graduate (Masters & Bachelors degrees)
3 children in the process, inducted into honor society in education, married,
home owner- no mortgage anymore-owner, and 15 years of teaching experience, yet administrator qualified (just don't want it now)
5 pounds overweight, but not 30 pounds where I was 1 1/2 years ago.
I imagined me...