“Stop being a nerd”
“You’re the smartest kid in the grade”
“You’re a child prodigy”
“You’re an academic weapon”
Okay.
Fine.
Maybe I am.
But
My grades
or winning a kahoot
is
not
who
I
am.
I get to decide
who
I am.
I am a cellist.
I am a good friend.
I am good sister and a good daughter.
I love to cook.
I love to be outside.
I’m learning to sew.
I am my hopes and dreams.
I am who I want to be
My younger cousin put it best, I think.
"Spring is my favorite season, because it has a little bit of everything!"
Rain, sun, clouds.
Cold, cool, warm.
Melting snow.
Yellow daffodils.
Baby birds.
I've been buried for so long.
By dead leaves, snow, and the weight of winter's thick, cold air.
All of it holding me down.
For months I stayed stagnant.
Unable to move.
My name is Leah, I’m 12, and I’m weird. My mom says it’s not me, it’s just everyone else and they’re still growing up, but if I’m the odd one out, I’m pretty sure it’s just me.
Comments
So true.
Thank you for writing this, I really connect with it.
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