Today I wore a pair of jeans I got in seventh grade. I'm sixteen now and it's weired to think that the last time I wore these I was thirteen. I can't help but think about the person I was when I wore these last. They were much tighter then and I was a lot more desolate. Seventh grade was probably the worst I've ever been. It was defiantly the largest and the most awkward I'd ever been. It was the year all my friends got boyfriends and I cried when I looked in the mirror too long. It was the year my mom got mad at me when we went shopping for a new school uniforms and none of them fit. It was the year my sister stopped eating and gave me her old jeans. These jeans that I wear today. The ones with blue paint on the right hip and tares on the insides of the legs because my thighs rubbed together so much. It was the year that I wanted to hide my thighs that I once was so proud of because they were covered in purple marks. When I asked my mom what they were from she told me I got too big too fast. I cried in my bathroom that night with I looked down at my ugly thighs. That wasn't the last time her words created a scene similar to that. Seventh grade was the year where I felt the most out of place, in a house full of beautiful women and going to school with girls that were all similar sizes I stuck out like a sore thumb. I was the tall, chubby girl that could bench press more then our "best" male athlete. I hated who I was and just thinking back to that year makes me want to throw up.
These pants make me think of how far I've come. They make me remember how I lost fifteen pounds freshman. They make me think how many friends I made since then, how many things I've experienced. I've kissed boys, I've gone to concerts, I've slept on my roof. I am not the same girl from seventh grade. I am happy now, I am happy with who I am and what I look like and that is great. I never want to go back to the way I was. I am important, I am loved and I will never forget that.
I am not ashamed of who I used to be because I would have never became the person I am if I hadn't been through that time.
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The Unknown
PoetryThe stories, poems and thoughts of a sixteen year old girl. I'll admit I put a lot of myself into this. I don't expect you to like it, this is defiantly a personal thing. so yeah, have fun.
