In seventh grade, I was on top of the world. Full of confidence. I was convinced i would be a star. I had the lead in almost every show I’d ever been in. I was a drama queen. I was basically Rachel Berry.
In eighth grade, I walked into high school with the idea I would be THE only one who liked doing plays. And I would be the best in the school. Phahahaha. At the beginning of eighth grade I had tons of friends, and life was good. But, toward the end, I was bullied. I’m not gonna talk about it, but it taught me alot. It taught me that people will take you down. And staying strong is hard. But everything works out in the end. It made me stronger. But also less confident.
I got my confidence back this summer, at camp. Thank you to my camp family for that. You know who you are.
Now, I have below-average self confidence. I’m still really awkward. I don’t cry as much, unless you trigger something. but I’m happy, life’s really getting good:)