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
Here’s the scenario; you’re in a clothing store leisurely browsing, when you see the most amazing shirt that you have ever seen in your entire life. That might be a slight exaggeration, but you get the point. Anyway, you pick up the gorgeous shirt and you notice that they have it in your size and you take that as a message from the Lord himself saying that you are meant to have this shirt. You practically sprint to the changing room super pumped to try it on, but when you put it on you feel like a potato squeezed into a Chinese finger trap. And you feel absolutely awful. This has happened to me WAY too many times, and I feel worse and worse every single time. What I’ve learned is that if you were to get different shirts that were all the same size but from different stores, they’re not going to be the same. One may end up being smaller than the other or vice versa. I say all of that to say that if you end up walking out of a store feeling bad about yourself, it’s not your fault. You shouldn’t have to force yourself to fit into the extra small mold that society has provided, make your own. The world that we live in is definitely not one size fits all, everyone is different. We should not be punished by a piece of fabric for being unique. By this point you might be saying “It sounds like you’re telling me that I’m anything but normal.” I’m actually saying the exact opposite. Society’s normal is bland, characterless, colorless, and lifeless. But in my opinion a girl who is normal is herself, she doesn’t perfectly fit into the mold because she is different. She faces whatever problems she faces. You may be the type of girl that doesn’t have to deal with the problem that I’m talking about and that’s totally fine, that’s normal for you. Normal is different for everyone because no one is the same.