Growing up as a black girl

Chapter 1: The beginning

Growing up as a young black girl in Florida can be hard when you don't know what you're doing. Being picked on for the color of your skin, the type of hair you have, the hairstyles you wear, the clothes on your back, the amount of money you have. Being told as a child "oh you're pretty for a black girl" not knowing the real meaning behind the statement. Being in elementary school others would judge the size of my body by me being skinny and dark skin. Whether it be cause my body is thin to the name calling being stick, tree, twig. My self esteem weakened already as a young child to where my thoughts tell me 'no one loves you', 'give up', 'you are better off alone'.

Fast forward to middle school life got harder with the comments. People would blame me for things that were not my fault others go through something and send it to a whole group of people but me not screenshotting the message when everyone else didn't makes me the bad guy. The person who could have saved that one person. The blame is always put on one person to make them feel worse than they are meant to be. Lowering their self esteem and making them have trust issues for others.