Growing up I wasn't outgoing I was the reserved child, the one who is quieter than a mouse; if I didn't speak you wouldn't even remember I existed. I was always inside the house either studying or hiding away whenever we had visitors, for I was shy and hated speaking to new people, mostly because I thought they were always judging me. When my younger sister went out to play with her friends or to go on the road with our dad I was either inside my house playing games on my phone or reading stories; ofcourse I got offered to tag along but I always refused.

At the age of nine or ten is when things took a turn for the worst. I had contracted fungus in my head, it was terrible to a point where the fungus turned into sores which resulted in my father one day cutting my hair, I was greatful I wasn't completely balded but I still felt like it

It was hard for me because I knew it was for the best but my hair was also one of my greatest attributes and with it gone I felt less beautiful and more ugly. I had to go to school with no hair on my head, the sores were more visibly to everyone and that is when the bullying started; at that age I didn't know what they were doing was called bullying I just knew they were making fun of me, scorning me as if I was some alien or freak, even my own friends though they tried to hide it, did not want to be with me or be seen with me and it wasn't just the children, the pitiful and disgused gazes came from the teachers and people of my community. It got to a point where I had to to stop going to school in the middle of the year

I would never forget, there was this one boy i thought I had a crush on he was the one who bullied me the most. I was somewhat home schooled, the sickness I had, caused my parents alot of money that they did not have, we weren't rich, we were very poor and could hardly make ends meet. My parents still managed to buy the things I needed for my hair though. I went through months of tourment, my sores was itchy I had a lot of sleepless nights because of it, every night I would have to fight the urge to scratch my head but when it got too much I eventually ended doing it which resulted in my sores bleeding. I cried for nights and prayed endlessly for all the pain and suffering to end and lucky for me it did.

After months of wearing headbands and gelling the little hair I had on my head to make it look appropriate when I'm going out in public area, which gave me a little more confidence and self love, my hair started growing back rapidly. I was happier that day because my hair grew back even longer than it was before and I was truly grateful for god and my parents and others who helped me through it all

As the year progressed things happen but it wasn't quite as bad as having my hair cutted so it didn't troubled me much. Since my hair grew back I was admired and once again thought of as a human, everyone loved my hair especially the bullies, the ones who putted me down and let me felt as if I was nothing.

It was when I moved a few grades up did I decided to join a talent show, mostly because I wanted the prize and the money to help my parents, but it did not go as planned. I came second to last in the show I was a mess I cried because I knew I could've done better but I was scared of crowds hence I rushed my performance and completely embarrassed myself, at that time I didn't know I had anxiety I just thought I was shy nothing else. I hated myself because I thought I was a waste of people time, I felt I wasn't pretty enough that's why I didn't get best smile or any other award, It really broke me not to get best dress because my mother bought the dress it was absolutely beautiful as I said she wasn't rich so for her to make the sacrifice and purchase that dress for me it really breaked me mentally for it not to get the recognition it deserved, all her sacrifice went down the drain and it was all because of me I felt like I not only embarrassed myself but also my entire family . That night was officially registered as on of the worst night of my life. Don't get me wrong I was really happy for my friends but I couldn't help but feel jealous when they got their prizes and I got nothing, I thought I wasn't deserving and was just too ugly to have entered the show but at the day of my graduation that's was when I realized it just wasn't my time, that talent show wasn't made for me that was not my winning.

My winning was when I graduated being the top of my class with the most trophies, I felt proud I did something for people to remember my family by and that's when I realized that people are better in different areas my friends are good in talent shows while I'm good at academics.....or that's how I felt and thought

I didn't knew highschool would have me questioning myself if that were true. Am I really good at academics or was I just lucky?

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