Imagine…being born into a white Southern Baptist family, the only girl, and the baby.
Imagine…at 10 years old your mom taking you to the projects telling you if you marry a black man this is where you will end up.
Imagine…being terrified of telling your parents anything and everything.
Imagine…losing your virginity at 14 and being dumped the day afterward.
Imagine…searching for man after man to make you feel worth something.
Imagine…living day in and day out knowing the person you want to be is a disappointment to your family.
Imagine…finally getting into the Art School of your dreams and getting away from everything at home.
Imagine…living with someone who abuses you and tells everyone else how horrible you are.
Imagine…doing it over again because they give you the attention you’ve been searching for.
Imagine…your sophomore year getting into a car wreck with your best friend, being strapped to a board for three hours and her taken advantage of your insurance after everything.
Imagine…your first week of the second semester having a gallbladder attack, having surgery, and starting off the New Year in the hospital.
Imagine…driving home at 2:30 a.m. getting hit by a drunk driver going the wrong way on the interstate and moving out of the way just in time to save not only your own life but the other two people in your car.
Imagine…everyone thinking of you as a hero, but you wishing you didn’t move and had died.
Imagine…breaking down to your parents on Easter tearing away the wall you built for so many years between them.
Imagine…after 19 years finally hitting rock bottom.
Imagine…after 19 years finally realizing you are worth something.
Imagine…after 19 knowing you don’t have the same views as your parents but knowing that they will accept whatever decision you make.
Imagine…after 19 years that you may not make the best choices but you are who you are and no one can stop you from your dreams.
Imagine…finally accepting yourself.
By Rachel Gibson