On Wednesday’s we highlightHER 👑
In honor of There She Go empowering women for 6 months (yes 6 months already), I wanted to do something special for my readers. Many beautiful women have gotten vulnerable and have shared their stories in hopes to inspire all of us. I hope my story will do the same. I thank you all for reading and being apart of TSG! The responses have been amazing. With your continued support we will continue to grow this movement of supporting real everyday women.
I welcome you to get to know deeper pieces of me……
From as far back as I can remember, I’ve always known I was different. The daughter of a truck driver and his mistress; the outside kid. The truth never hurt me, I just had to learn to not let it define me.
Until 3rd grade I lived in Frankford, DE on Honolulu street. I remember not being able to play outside because the sewer leaked in the front yard. I remember drug addicts peeking in our windows at night. But my mother was determined to get us out of that and she did!
My mother was and still is my angel on earth! As a mother myself now, how she moved the mountains she did, I will never know! Growing up it was just my mother, me and my little brother. My mom put a lot of pressure on me to be responsible, look after my little brother and hold down the house. Especially after she became free from a severely abusive relationship.
I’ll never forget moving mattresses on top of my moms Honda Nova, with my brother and me hanging out the back window so they wouldn’t fall. We would get to laughing so hard when one fell. But that’s just the type of mother I have. She can make the best memories from the craziest moments. I definitely get that from her.
Growing up, I was always to myself. I’ve never felt alone tho, I just learned to enjoy my own company. My God Mother and Mom would talk about how I would sit and color by myself or read for hours. It’s funny because I’m still the same way. I remember a teacher calling home concerned because it was time for a group project and I wanted to do mine by myself. Lol. At first glance people would say I’m stuck up, when in reality it’s more timidness than me thinking I’m better. As long as I was by myself, I knew I was good enough. Being around others made me question that. I eventually had to learn to get out of my own little world.
My mother worked multiple jobs to make ends meet. Coming from a white family, where most disowned her and her black children, she didn’t have much help at all! My God mother, who was there the day I was born, was the one family member I remember always being there. During some of our hardest times; she opened up her home and her heart to us and those moments will always stand out to me.
My mother always said we were a team, so I helped my brother write his name, taught him how to read, how to do math; he was truly my first baby (and still is lol). Yet we are only 2 years apart. I was well beyond my years even as a 8/9 year old child. I loved being apart of our team. Because when all else fails, as I learned in life, I’ll always have them.
I was a bigger girl growing up, the glasses didn’t help. Lol. I’m mixed so I found it difficult to find my place. I remember having white friends whose parents called me colored. Black girls pulling my hair in school to see if it was real. Boys saying they liked everyone in the group except for me because I was too big. As juvenile as those moments may seem now, they definitely had a hand in shaping the way I looked at the world. BUT I knew “my people” would find me one day.
In 5th grade I met my first real friend in an advanced math class. She was taller than everyone, Tom boy, and smart as hell. She was different just like me! 20 years later, we are still just as close. I always say God placed her in my life right when I needed her and she has been my sister ever since.
During that year I also met another friend. We were in the same homeroom and we used to laugh a lot together. What I loved the most about her is she made me feel included. She had me jumping double Dutch, playing the saxophone and trying out for cheerleading. She helped me come out of my shell. To this day, she is my very best friend.
Finally, I was making some real friends, I made the cheerleading team for middle school in 5th grade. I remember just being so happy in that moment. I felt accepted, I felt loved, my brother was doing great, my mother was still working hard, but she was happy, she was free. I was coming into myself, as much as any 10 year old could, except I still felt like something was missing…