Finding Beauty PART 1: Lesson from a Cut
The first week I had my new cut (Teeny Tiny Weeny Afro), was the Thursday before Thanksgiving. It was cut a little lower than I had preferred and I felt my confidence reach a new low. I thought I resembled a rapper from the 99 and 2000.
I saw a Weir Wood tree. It was one of the most beautiful trees I had seen in a long time. I guess it wasn’t really a Weir Wood Tree, but as a fan of the show and series Game of Thrones, of course I would see a tree with red leaves as being a
Cha, Cha, Changes! This Blog, will no longer be called Dear Diary. It will now be called…Kat’s Eye View!
In elementary, I decided at school that I would go by the name my family calls me…Becky. This was the nickname I’m called because of my middle name. This name assisted in me also being called “white” as well. If you remember reading A Type of Different Pt.1″acting like a white girl”, I explain how
Catching the bus to and from school, was still new to me. I can’t remember if the movie Forrest Gump had come out yet, but walking on the bus, I would always have the “You can’t sit here…this seat is taken” experience. Where no one wants to make eye contact for fear you would try to sit next to them.
So yeah, I was different because I had been exposed and not exposed to many different things. The lives of my classmates were different from mine, so we were all different from each other. But why were my differences being called out?
There is more to the Harry Potter books than just wands and magic. The messages of Friendship, Love, Bravery, Courage, Fairness, Loyalty, Family, and Compassion are taught…NOT how to become a Wizard.
During this time, we NEVER expected anything more. I remember telling him and another male friend, that when it was time for me to get married, they would be my male bridesmaids…what is that… groomsmaids? Is that an oxymoron?
I wonder if the school year is 9 months to parallel the stages of pregnancy. In the first few months, teachers are excited about the new school year, like a mother after discovering she is with child. Closer to the end of the pregnancy mothers become tired of being pregnant and begin to look forward to school being over, I mean having the baby.
