It’s not technically Wednesday, but it’s nighttime so it’s still Wednesday in my brain 🙂
This is the last installment of my back to school series and let me just say that it’s been fantastic. Seriously. Today we’re going to talk about self esteem. Ahh this takes me back to when I first started. If you’ve been following my blog for a while now you know how I feel about body image and self esteem already. If you haven’t, shame on you. But since I’m a good person, I’ll break it down for you.
As kids while we’re growing up, we have this unreachable standard drilled into our heads. Girls and their super skinny Barbies and boys with their ultra buff G.I. Joes and superheroes. Because of this, by the time we’re all grown up, if we’re not living up to this standard we feel like crap. It sucks. Now, I’m about to say something hella cheesy so brace yourself.
You don’t have to be perfect. You’re great just the way you are.
This has taken me a really long time to accept and I still struggle with it everyday. I just take it one step at a time, and so should you.
So when you walk into school on the first day, just remember that there’s no one like you and that’s a good thing because if there was there’d probably be an overload of fabulousness.
Thanks for listening,
I had this post scheduled but it didn’t work…yada yada yada. Let’s get started.
If you’re returning to the same school that you attended last year, reconnecting with old friends can be really stressful. You don’t know who got in fights over the summer and if they’re talking to each other, or who likes who, or who doesn’t like who. It can get very complicated. My main advise for situations like that is don’t get involved. I know, that sounds sorta insensitive but that’s all you really can do. Unless it involves you, don’t get sucked up in all of the drama. Try to be as helpful and supportive as possible, but keep your distance. If you do that, your year will be a lot smoother than it would have been if you had tried playing Dr. Phil for all your friends.
If you are going to a totally different school this year where you don’t know anyone, it can be really scary. What I tend to do in a situation like that is distance myself. I don’t try to make any friends and just go full on loner mode. That is the wrong way to go about it. A better way to approach it is introducing yourself to some of your classmates. You probably think that I’m insane but trust me, it works. It shows people that you’re interested in making friends and that you’re approachable. And if anyone seems to have a problem with you being friendly, that’s their issue, NOT YOURS.
So if you’re going to be the new kid or returning to your old stomping grounds, it tends to be a bit stressful. But just remember to stay true to yourself and surround yourself with people that make you happy. If you do that everything will be just fine.
Thanks for listening,
School. It’s this thing that the government makes you go to every day to learn stuff. I know, it sounds awful. So that’s what I was doing when I wasn’t posting for Lord knows how long. But I’m back and better than ever. Well, that’s a lie. I’m back, but I don’t know about the better part. I WILL BE POSTING EVERY WEDNESDAY, I SWEAR. I know I said that last time, but I really mean it. If you’re still here, thank you for being patient.
Back to you not so regularly scheduled programming.
So to kick off the month of August, I thought that I would remind most of you that it’s time to go back to school. It’s okay, you can boo. Maybe even throw an imaginary tomato. You may be dreading the beginning of school for some of the same reasons that I am: self esteem, friendships, and bullies. So, I thought that I would try to talk about these things in hopes of helping you, and as some form of therapy for me.
The main form of bullying that I’ve experienced is the classic name calling and teasing. A lot of people make fun of me because of my height, my race, the way I talk, basically everything that I can’t change about myself no matter how hard I try. But that’s the thing, they’re teasing me about the things that I can’t change because that’s all they really know about me. Think about it – if they knew you the way that your friends and family do, they’d talk about things that are way more personal than just your height. So this is the way that you can fight it. The next time someone makes fun of you because of your height, weight, race, etc. , just remember that they don’t know a thing about you. And because of that, their words mean nothing. I know that that doesn’t make it hurt less, but it definitely helps ease the blow.
I hope this helps you as much as it’s helped me.
Gather ’round kids, mama’s gonna tell you a story.
Disclaimer: This may be a bit depressing at times, but it gets better in the end, as all things do.
Let’s start at the beginning.
Up until 5th grade I was homeschooled by my amazing mother. Now I wasn’t the stereotypical homeschooled kid with pale skin, poor social skills, and way too much time on their hands. I was just the slightly stereotypical homeschooled kid with poor social skills and way too much time on their hands, but I had wonderful skin. Then life got a little bit crazier, my mom was diagnosed with kidney failure when I was about 8 years old. As she got sicker, she taught me some of the most important life lessons I’ve learned to date, and for that I am extraordinarily thankful. But on June 19th, 2010, she passed away. I was devastated. As my dad and I were trying to figure out how to function, I realized that I had no one to homeschool me anymore, and so did my dad. So that fall I attended my first real school. I was so excited. In the midst of everything that was happening I thought that this would be my saving grace, but instead I was met with bullying, loneliness, and ultimately depression. I felt that I had no one who understood what I was going through, I felt incredibly and terrifyingly alone. Now fast forward 3 and a half years. Here I am writing on my cellphone and 11 o’clock a night, talking to you. I started this blog so that I could talk to girls who felt just as alone as I did. I had my dad there, but I know that some of you don’t, so I want to be there. So whatever you’re dealing with, I’m here. That’s all for now.
Thanks for listening
Huge hugs, Catherine
Ok so I know I haven’t written in a while, you have every right to be upset. The tone of my blog will be shifting a bit for reasons that I will explain later. Anyways, I’ll be writing entries every Wednesday starting next week. Thank you so much! See you guys soon!
Sorry that I haven’t posted in a while, my life suddenly became the ground work for a soap opera. But enough about me, I’m here to talk about magazines. When you open a magazine, what is the first thing that you see? I’ll give you a minute…
If one of the things that you said were super skinny models, then you and I are on the same page. Because magazines influence so much of the media, when we see those women we begin to believe the lie. What is the lie? The lie is that girls need to look like them, and if anyone is a little bit bigger they’re fat. Why is that? Why has that become the norm? Tell me what you think in the comments below.