Question 1:
Describe a time when you were hurting as a teen?
Who was there? How did you get through it?
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
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This is easy!
I was 15, not comfortable with the body that was developing especially since older men were thinking I was their age (about 21) Anyways, this somehow led me to believe that I was fat and needed to lose weight to look more my age (crazy thinking I know) well after a few weeks of unhealthy dieting like so many teen girls do, I was miserable, hungry, and young men who were about college age were still hitting on me and boys my age weren't(logic of the teenage mind makes no sense) My dad begin to notice that I was sad and losing weight fast, ultimately he did not like the weight I was losing. He made an appointment with a Dr. Who immediately weighed me, measured my wrist, shoulder width, hips, took my body fat and then calmly sat me down and explained to me what my body should weigh. How healthy I was heavier, being an athlete and just being built sturdier did not mean I was fat, and that my body developing just meant I was faster at becoming a woman than my friends. It was the best thing my Dad did, he didn't say I was dumb...he took me to Denny's, fed me, made me laugh, and made me feel beautiful and told me boys my age were just intimidated by a young woman who was obviously to good for their blind eyes. My Dad got me through one painful moment and turned my wrong teenage thinking around. Thank you Dad :)
I can't think of a specific time,but in general, as I struggled through my teenage years,I knew my parents had faith in me, and that got me through. I knew they thought I'd turn out alright despite my mistakes. It helped me see myself as a basically good person who had made some mistakes rather than be defined by those mistakes.
I had just moved to a new town during middle school, a tough time to be the new kid. Taller than most, I was an easy target to pick on at a time when you don't want to be the target. School had never been easy for me because, as I would later learn I had mild dyslexia. To fit in, I would neglect my school work and play the clown in class just to get noticed in a positive way by my peers.
I had a great teacher who one day stopped class during one of my performances and took me into the hall but instead of threatening me with punishment she just gave me some advice. She told me I would never fly with eagles if I kept trying to run around with turkeys. I was better than that. That talk hit me hard. It was a turning point for me. I gave me confidence to rise above the taunting and to focus on school. I wish I could say that things get easier socially, they did not, at least not immediately but they did eventually. With a lot of hard work I did gain confidence I could get good grades, eventually getting into college. Without that teacher I might not have gained that confidence.
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