Trying to fit in and overcome
I met a young girl - a black Amerasian - who told me that some of the
most indelible memories she had were of those times when others jeered
her, teased her, and ridiculed her for the color of her skin.
She told me of painful memories when others called her names - and
these labels, hurled without any thought by callous people, lodged
deep in her heart. It was so bad that she would sometimes break down
That is, until found it within herself to be strong. Some of us has a
way of finding aplace inside our own minds to shield ourselves from
the harshness of others. It would take her some time, she said, but as
she grew up she also developed the necessary toughness one needs to
survive experiences like hers.
Today, even as she still feels the stares, the sting of jokes at her
expense, or the laughter aimed at her - she has deliberately exerted
effort to fight back - but on her own terms.
She will not be the butt of jokes - not anymore. Instead, she will
face whatever they throw at her and shine - no matter what.
And she does this everyday - trying to be normal, when everything
about her screams of her inherent difference - if only in appearance -
from those around her, can still be a difficult challenge. But it is
one that she is only happy to face head on.