This I Believe

Celeste - Tempe, Arizona
Entered on May 12, 2009
Age Group: 18 - 30
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This I believe

I believe in individuality. Individuality allows us to express ourselves in many ways. From the way we dress to the way we talk and walk. It allows others to see who we really are without putting up a facade.

From the day I was born, I have always been weird. I have never been a crowd follower. Once everyone starts to like something, I usually start to lose interest. I always dressed the way I liked. I liked to wear what was comfortable. But, when we were younger, anything different was wrong. When everyone else had the latest trends, I had my T-shirts. I was made fun of, did not have many friends, and was excluded a lot. Deep down it really hurt, but I kept my head high.

Then everything changed. I entered high school and everyone was different. In a good way. No one cared anymore, there were no more cliques, everyone was laid back. No one made

fun of me because of what I was wearing. They actually got to know me for who I was first. Then they made their judgments. I was making friends left and right, even though I didn’t have the cutest outfit. People were forming friendships with me because of me.

A little while later, my aha moment came along. I was walking down the hallway on my way to lunch with all my friends and I saw the queen bee of my middle school sitting alone. All the popularity in the world she once had suddenly disappeared. Me, I was on my way to my lunch table filled with my friends who enjoyed my company, and there she was all alone. I was at a loss for words. All my “keep on keepin’ on” finally paid off.

I am not sure what would have happened to me if would have gave in to all the pressure of looking amazing in elementary and middle school. I might have become one of those girls. I would have had all the fame in eighth grade, but none of the real friends in ninth. I would eat lunch alone. So good things really do happen to those who wait.