Being The Same Is Boring Anyway
Growing up I had two older brothers who I always wanted to be like. They were strong, brave, cool and I wanted to do everything they did. I would tag a long, most of the time this was fine but then there were times I just couldn’t keep up. And sometimes I just couldn’t understand them. Like when them and their friends would destroy my barbies in many different ways. I remember so many times just crying because I just wanted to be one of the boys. In today's world they would tell me that I can, and that my brothers and parents were oppressing me or forcing me to fill the role of a dainty girl. But I am thankful for parents who taught me something different. They taught me that I was a wonderful beautiful amazing girl who could do anything I wanted or put my mind too. From there my prospective changed it wasn’t about being like them but being me. There are certain things about me that make me different and that’s great. I soon learned how to use this to my advantage learning how...