Looking back on my life ...
Most days I'm fine, and I'm happy and content with my life. But some days. I have random flashbacks of the hell and torment I went through as a kid. Constant teasing, riddiculed, it seemed like everyone has to mess with the big black girl. Social acceptance wasn't the answer unless I had money. I wasn't light skinned, I didn't have long hair and I didn't have a flat stomach. Now that I'm older, I'm glad that I did go through some of it because it made me into the humble person that I am. I'm empathetic, I consider other peoples feelings before my own...because I am a strong believer of fact that "Everybody has a story"... You never know what someone's been through until you take a closer look.