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
What goes through the minds of some fashion designers sometimes. I mean seriously. Just take a look at this dress and tell me honestly that you could confidently wear this out…in front of people. I’ll wait. http://chicstories.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/agatha-ruiz-de-la-prada-fw-09-2.jpg
If you could pull that off then props to you sister, because I definitely could not. Some of the things that are considered cool nowadays seem completely crazy to me. There’s spikes, sparkles, beads, you name it and its probably been thrown on a piece of clothing. Now I’m not saying that flair can’t be cute but there comes a time when it gets to be a little too much. What’s your opinion of current fashion trends?