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I grew up with metal and punk. I grew up in black. My life never seemed to be even remotely similar to anyone else's even though I knew that wasn't true. I was always made fun of for wearing hand me downs that were full of skulls. I was always made fun of for the way my mom dressed and even though I had mommy issues it still hurt when I heard people make fun of my mom because that meant they were making fun of me and my family. My dad was never alternative but he still loved my mom more than I ever did, even after they got divorced and they both got new partners. I always thought I would never find love or even fit in with anyone because I was Indian and White, alternative and punk, fat and "weird", and then I realized; My mom. My parents, my family, they all found love even after everything they've gone through. I remembered this girl in my freshman year of High-school, I saw her looking at me a lot, that really boosted my anxiety, I always thought people looked at mean when they were weirded out by me so I tried my best to avoid her. I avoided her for a good couple of days and then at lunch one day, the first day I had come into school not wearing my "emo" clothes just so no one would even notice me, this girl walked up to me and I was so annoyed, in my head I was like, "God! I can not get a break from this girl." So then she complimented me and then we somehow started talking, our friendship bonded very, very slowly, but once she broke up with her boyfriend (who by the way as a douche), we were inseparable. After a while, she taught me to just accept myself and I started to wear the clothes that I liked, again. I am so glad that I did not get a break from her, because if I didn't, I probably would not be even close to what I am now. I am so grateful for her. So grateful in fact that I made her my maid of honor for my wedding this month, I did find love after all. The point is, she taught me so many things I doubt anyone else would've, I believe it's our differences that made us who we are, and who we made each other.
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I guess I would say I grew up like a "softy" or something. My parents always wore like really soft colored clothes and everything matched everything. I honestly never thought that my family was only one family that did this, I thought everyone did. I remember meeting this girl, she used to wear a lot of emo clothes. I always heard my friends and sometimes even my boyfriend making fun of her, I honestly didn't know what else to do so I either stayed quiet... or I also made fun of her. I always watched this girl because I absolutely loved the way she looked and she was really, really pretty, I didn't believe I was so I sometimes got jealous. A couple months after freshman year started, I remembered I was really excited to actually talk to this girl, I was like "I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna talk to her. I wanna be her friend.", but then I couldn't find her, and it went on like this for days, I was always looking for her. So then after a couple days, at lunch one day I saw this girl, she was like kinda chubby but it was really cute, I think she was wearing like a pastel blue shirt with like dark blue baggy jeans, it was so cute. So I went to that girl just to give her a compliment and she turns around and it's that girl who was like emo. She said thank you and then we kinda started talking and yeah it was awesome. Now I'm literally her maid of honor at her wedding this month. I'm very excited, though we both are very different, our difference is what makes our friendship absolutely beautiful!
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ReplyWhat a happy story. I wish you all the best.
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