There was a time when I’d rather be with boys than girls. I’m much more comfortable being with them. People defined me as a tomboy. I cut my hair to a short one and act unladylike. I climb trees and play with boys to the dismay of my father. I even loved playing under the sun which made my skin toast to a golden brown.

It was a puberty thing they say and will pass. I was having an identity crisis. I love loud music and would love to party but my father won’t allow it. I was the black sheep of the family. I was the Rebel one who can’t be controlled. I do the opposite of what my father asked.

I’ll let you in on a secret. When I became overweight, I was so desperate to bring back my skinny self. I tried all diet fads. I even resorted to believing something of a plausible excuse. A friend gave me a cigarette and told me it will make me skinny. Oh, I tried lighting it but seemed not to have the courage. In the end, I threw it away.

I had only a major turnaround when I decided to enroll in the school my father wanted. I evaded enrolling and made excuses. When I finally decided it was too late. The school had welcomed the new students. It was the first time I saw my father angry.

I finally saw the consequences of my action. I became a good daughter after that. I became a lady. My life became better when I finally listened to my father.



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PS. I’m not sharing my picture when I was overweight 😆😝.