I was born on a day with the number 5.
My mother became in labor with me during a fireworks display on the 4th day. Had me on number 5.
To me the world was beautiful, the world was a nice place. That is....until, i started to grow up, and i started to get hit with pain, and fear, and things that i never knew existed. I was feeling life. This was what life had to offer me, and i refused to take it.
I refused to take life's offer of pain, and instead i made another offer, i offered to make a somebody out of myself.
Life isn't perfect but who says it is.... right?
I have been hit by anything and everything life could throw at a young woman my age.
I have felt love, hate, deceitfulness, betrayal, envy, sadness, and of course, i have felt happy.
Ive been called a lot of things, some say I'm pretty, some say I'm not. Some say that i have a sense of humor, that I'm smart, strong, confident and ambitious.
There was a time though when i was called the most powerful word you could say to a person, especially a woman at my age, and especially in todays time.
I was once called beautiful. Never been called that in my life, but that all changed when this one person who
i call my buddy, my best friend, and my family called me that word.
Ever since then Ive had even more confidence in myself, i feel like anything that hits me, better bring an army to pull me down, because well.... woman can face tough times, God has made woman to where they can take anything life throws at us.
My life... hmm....me... i know who i am.
One person helped me in finding out who the real me was, they also helped me get this one feeling i never really thought i had. I know life can be a pain in the ass, but through it all, i know that i am still the person who God intended me to be.......ME.
