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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() 10 years ago, I was a gymnast. A dancer. A cheerful child soaring to new heights in tap shoes and leotards. 9 years ago, I was a reader. A witch. A daring demigod adventuring with Bilbo Baggins to escape the schoolyard monsters. 8 years ago, I was an actress.
A diva. A shining star reciting monologues and scenes to become someone new. 7 years ago, I was a suck-up. A teacher's pet. A self-important student latching on to her English teacher in triumph and in strife. 6 years ago, I was a loner. A target. An exiled eccentric surviving ridicule and mockery with little more than a book. 5 years ago, I was a worrier. A questioner. A recovering recluse navigating middle school with a hesitant smile. 4 years ago, I was a pretender. An imposter. A mispronounced miscreant acting as though I didn't care as I walked down the halls. 3 years ago, I was a hoarder. A nostalgic. A terrified teen clutching onto the past as though it were the present. 2 years ago, I was a survivor. A conqueror. An impossible image surprised by her continued existence because her mind wished otherwise. 1 year ago, I was an explorer. A fighter. A wandering warrior venturing to places unknown because of a chance at life and love. Now, I am all and none of those things. This year, I am a hermit. A prisoner. A lonely legacy remembering everything I didn't and wishing I did. It's funny how everything or nothing can change in a decade.
Misty
5/9/2020 06:25:49 pm
I love this it really speaks to me and is almost just like me Comments are closed.
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