By La-vainna Seaton | With thanks to NewBlackMan (in Exile)
Monday, 25 February 2013.
Growing up I went through many hardships; some
obstacles harder than others. I battled with my beauty much of Jr. High School,
I just never understood why all my friends were getting looked at by boys and I
was getting looked at as an equal. Beauty is defined from within, but the
perception of beauty is depicted through media and society. People view
beauty as being gorgeous and making a lot of head turns when walking. People
view beauty as one image, a look, but people have got it all wrong.
Insecurities fuel the term beauty. Insecurities of self is what helps the
realization of beauty. No one is perfect but the term beauty is…. how
I was a tomboy, I liked sports but I still wanted
to be looked at as beautiful too. During my 8th grade my cousin came to live
with us, she would be the basis of my life changing forever. She was beautiful.
All the guys in the neighborhood wanted her. They would come to me and tell me
to give her messages. She brushed them off and stood strong. Until one day I
started seeing her hanging around a group of boys; she was giggling then she
disappeared with them. I thought nothing of it, and each day I would see her
with a new boy. I grew angry that she was getting recognition for her beauty
and I wasn’t. I decided a different approach, I decided to start dressing like
a female. If tight clothes meant you were beautiful well by all means some-one
was going to notice me. Went bike riding the next day and I was approached by a
boy I would see constantly with my cousin. He asked me where I was going and
asked if he could join. I replied yes and we rode into the sunset.
We spoke about almost everything and I felt secure.
At the end of the ride he gave me his number and told me to come see him later
on that night. He whispered in my ear I was beautiful and then continued on.
That was all I needed to hear, I was ecstatic. I went home all bubbly. No
boy ever told me I was beautiful, I went and told my sister about the
conversation. She advised me to take the compliments, but don’t go and see him.
I thought she was just hating, so I ignored her advice and went to meet with
It was nothing that I imagined. We were in a dark
alleyway. He told me there was nothing to be afraid of, he gave me liquor and
made me smoke. I started feeling nauseous. He then led me in to an old rusty
car as he called his boys who were hiding. I screamed numerous times. I was
raped by several boys. They each took their turn. When it was done, they
vanished into the night sky. I was 13. That was my first time.
That day changed my life forever. It hurt me to
know that one word meant so much to me because of what I saw around me. I was
envious; I wanted what my cousin had. I was shown reality that day. I lost a
piece of me, as well as gained strength within me.
Beauty is undefined; don’t let anyone define it for
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