I Will Not Be Haunted By My Grandmother's Hate
Dear Diary, No one in this world knows me better than you do so, today, I'll confide in you. It's frustrating. All of my life feeling this enormous pressure to be amazing. All I was ever told was how smart I was and how my face was pretty and how I needed to do something tremendous with myself. So, when I grew up I thought, I am smart and pretty and I am going to do something tremendous with myself. It's one thing to get told those things but no one ever took the time to guide me. Somewhere along the way, I got lost. I didn't know how to do something tremendous with myself. I stopped feeling smart because I couldn't figure it out. I wasn't other people's idea of pretty so I lost confidence in myself. Your aunts and uncles will always tell the little girls how pretty they are and call them princesses and twirl them around as they stand on toes and wear sparkly dresses. I got lost in fairy dust and when the dust cleared I was lef...