Shout out to all them ugly ducklings, them late bloomers. My father has been a single father since I was 1 month old, I’ve got mad respect for that dude. He put so much effort into doing my hair every morning when I was a child, and his intentions were noble, but I hated him for making me an easy bulling target in grade school. I hated my boy cousin’s hand me down clothes, but they were free of holes so. Beggars can’t be choosers.
There was this bitch name Alejandra De Leon in my first grade class, she had her pretty dresses, her pretty pink ribbons, and her pretty friends, who made fun of me for not having a mom. One day, during recess, after hearing her laugh after I walked by past her I threw my first punch. I have forgiven her since cause bitches didn’t fuck with me after that. Fast forward to freshman year of high school and meet Amanda Phillips. She was blonde, pretty, and rich. Bitch wouldn’t give me a pad when I got my period, early, after gym class. We were the last two girls left in the locker room and she refused to help a homie out when I KNEW she had at least 10 fucking pads in her locker. When I leaked through the bunched up layer of toilet paper in AP English and rushed out of the room to wash out the big loud red stain on my jeans in the girls bathroom, she told her friend Alicia about my accident. Alicia told Brooke and Brooke told Sean . By the end of the day, the entire freshman class new about it and whispered and laughed every time they saw me for the rest of the year. I still can’t forgive her for it. Fuck you Amanda Phillips.
I was this fat nerdy virgin who wore the same 5 band t-shirts all four years of high school. I love you, fat virgin. I’m sorry it took 7+ plus years to say that. I’m sorry I hated every single thing about you then. Fat girl was well read and soft spoken and kind. Fat girl wrote poetry. Fat girl was sweeter than pie and her feelings. I love you so much fat girl, and your heart of gold. Don’t ever change, little one.