Wednesday, 26 October 2011
12:33:03 AM (GMT)
Born in California.
Born a fat baby who looked Asian.
Age 1: Moved to this big state.
Age 2: I was still discovering the world and I was a troublemaker. Cute, huh?
Age 3: I remember this age. I had my first choir experience. I saw a choir at my
brother's elementary school. I escape from my mommy's arms and went up there to
"sing" with the other girls. They kept singing but they kept staring like I was a
cutie. I also remember this Christmas. And I didn't speak English, so, I mumbled to
the English speaking people.
Age 4-5 Preschool: Nobody ever taught me how to make a friend. So I was aggressive
towards the other girls. And boys. Here is where I learned how to spell my name and I
fell in love with play-doh.
Age 5-6 Kindergarten: I was obsessed with Barbie and Sailor moon and The powerpuff
girls. My favorite toy was my brother's Gameboy color. I still didn't know how to
make friends. I fought with every kid. I scratched and clawed. I learned to be more
friendly towards the end of this school year. Oh, and I learned English!
Age 6-7 first grade: I was skinny. Like all the other normal kids. And I was cute and
adorable. I made friends but argued a lot. Pokemon was growing on me. But I never
mentioned it to the other girls. They would've laughed and said "Eww, Pokemon's for
boys!!!". I talked to boys about Pokemon. It was awesome. And I tlked about Powerpuff
girls to the girls. I had a double life?
Age 7-8 second grade: Tap dancer. I was still cute. Made friends. Bratz were awesome.
So was Polly Pocket. And Lizzie McGuire. And Teen titans. I was the best reader in
Age 8-9 Third grade: I was starting to get fat here. And bullied for it. I told my
mom every morning that I was ugly because the other girls and boys had said so. I
could sense her heart breaking. But I never learned how to stand up for myself. So I
took the insults like sharp pebbles. Man, was I glad I left that elementary school.
Age 9-10 fourth grade: Still a tap dancer. Went to a rich white people elementary
school. Made friends. And bragged about speaking Spanish. Spongebob Squarepants and
Bratz ruled me.
Age 10-11 fifth grade: Met Emur. Skinniest thing ever. And I was the fat friend. Oh
joy. Tamagotchi and Pokemon ruled my life. Hannah Kim. And Whitney. Gawd, I hated
them. Bitches who couldn't mind their own business.
Age 11-12 6th grade: Hooray, middle school. It was a fun year. Except boys called me
fat. Hip-hop was the bomb. Ew, wtf?!?!
Age 12-13 7th grade: Burnout. Yes, I was a total burnout. And everybody called me
emo. And weird. And I had no friends. And the insults got worse. This was my breaking
point. I dreaded school because of these insults. I wanted to kill myself because I
believed them. This was the year where my self-esteem disappeared. Everyone hated me.
Age 13-14 8th grade: Oh yay, first kiss, dressed differently and wore makeup. Oh, and
I made friends. And acted like myself. And lost fat. Not all but enough. Still called
ugly, until the last 2 months of school.
Freshman. Awesome year. Yeah.