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,
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!