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The Skin I'm In

Original post made by Ms. Jenson, Rex Manor, on Mar 29, 2013

Hello! This writing came out of an assignment for students to write about something that they feel passionately about. The perspective below is a reflection on how others can shape how we view ourselves. Enjoy, Ms. Jenson

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Posted by Diane Hernandez
a resident of Monta Loma
on Mar 29, 2013 at 2:01 pm

Diane Hernandez is a registered user.

Kourtni I am so amazed that you have the guts to write this. Please be who you really are. If someone has a problem with that ,it's THEIR problem not yours. I hope you always strive to be real and never let anyone dictate how you should be. I don't know you but I already know you are a beautiful person inside and out. You'll go far in this world ...I just know it.

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Posted by L Romaine Brown
a resident of another community
on Mar 29, 2013 at 10:44 pm

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Thank you for writing this memoir, Kourtni. I think your line "the questions continued, and were less and less harmless" is powerful understatement.
You made me think. The young people questioning you from that place -- threatened when dealing with differences. Don't you wish those school children's questions could have been to understand and know you? On an instinctive level, without thought, kids put a label on or distance themselves from those who differ.

So, I remembered being "the new kid on the block" every year of my schooling until my junior and senior year of high school. I was not much different from my peers, white bread blue collar lower middle class, but just being the outsider, the stranger taught me build up a shell -- a false self that pretended the comments didn't matter, and that I wasn't lonely.

Your journey has so much more honesty, to face and own what you allowed that low level humanoid taunting and bullying to do to you. Your writing shows the emerging answer to your question about being the real you. I hope you will continue to write your stories. Your truth.

Thanks very much.