Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 15 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.
Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts. Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:
- http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
- http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes
- http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/ Spatulas on Parade
- http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/ Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
- http://batteredhope.blogspot.com Never Ever Give Up Hope
- http://thelieberfamily.com The Lieber Family Blog
- http://www.renasworld.com/ Rena’s World
- http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/ The Bergham Chronicles
- http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/ Confessions of a part-time working mom
- http://justalovelyday.blogspot.com Just a Lovely Day
- http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com Someone Else’s Genius
- http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com Climaxed
- http://www.angrivatedmom.wordpress.com The Angrivated Mom
My subject is: At 14 what were you thankful for and what do you see now that you SHOULD have been thankful for but saw as a nuisance?
It was submitted by: http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/
Twenty-six years ago I would have just turned 14 and been starting high school. My previous years were spent at a Catholic, private school from kindergarten to eighth grade. What would have been thankful for? I would have been thankful starting a new school. Why? I was bullied and tormented my last few years there. I was the butt of jokes, threatened, ignored, and made to feel like crap by other kids. I spent so many years hating myself and hating school. All this happened because of my big nose, a mole above my lip, my curly hair, awkwardness. The worst part is that there was no help. Back then it was all on me and my family. It was our issue to deal with, it was our problem. I was weird, not as pretty, not cool, not with the in crowd, so what could I expect.
What was I thankful for? I was thankful for graduating and starting high school. Instead some of it followed me to high school. Bullies, users, and tormentors can even be in a passive form. They are still guilty of what they are doing by not helping or laughing in the background. The stigma of it followed me.
All I wanted was…
- to not feel pathetic
- to not be afraid
- to make friends that really liked me
- to not be called names because of my nose, hair, or clothes
- to not hate myself
Looking back, I am thankful for parents who…
- cared more about my sister and I than being cool
- wanted to keep us safe
- spent their money to send my sister and I to a private school
- devoted their lives to making sure education was valued and important
- made it clear that my sister and I had to go to college, it was future they both never got to experience
- parents who knew raising good kids was more important than raising popular kids
After seeing a woman walking down the street, ,my mother said to me that will be you as and adult. What did the woman look like? She was tall with awesome, long, black, curly hair, a maroon business suit, carrying a suitcase and walking like she dominate the world. One of the passive bullies was in the backseat with me, of course I doubt she got what my mom was saying. I doubt she cared. I doubted I would be that beautiful.
My mom was right though. I am beautiful and important. I also don’t care what others think. My self worth does not depend on anyone. I love myself, love who I am, who I was, and who I will become. I LOVE my crazy, curly hair. I love my big, freckled nose. I love my large thighs and hips. I love my stretch marks. I love beauty marks and moles.
I know that every woman on this planet, even the models and actresses have issues with their bodies. I know confidence and beauty does not come from makeup, clothes, and jewelry. That only enhances our beauty, because our beauty comes from within.
I am trying to raise my son to appreciate the beauty within all people. To treat others kindly and respectfully. To love his body. I will NEVER criticize myself in front of my son. Why? First of all it teaches him how to criticize himself. Secondly, if he came from me and I hate the my body, what am I saying about him?
I want him to know how much his actions and words can hurt others. I want him to know the power of kind and loving words and actions. I want him to stand up for others and not be a bully, either passive or aggressive. I want him to be kind to others, but stand up for what’s right. I want him to the beauty in everyone, including himself.