When I was 12, I went through a rough time. It made such a big impact that I can still remember all the details like it was just yesterday. Was it something I want to keep remembering? Yes and no.
I went to school one day, just like any other day and walked down the halls up to my locker. To my surprise, a group of kids were scattered around it. That was odd, I thought. They weren’t just any group of kids; they were the popular kids, the kids people would fawn over either because of their looks, their wealth or both. One of the girls in the group, Jade, with a fake smile plastered on her face, suddenly came up to me and insisted I sit with them at lunch, and every other lunch for the rest of the semester. I, of course, nodded my head a little too vigorously and smiled a little too big. I agreed. That lunch time, I could tell that I wasn’t fully welcome. I felt so uninvited, but I kept telling myself that I was just nervous and shook it off.
The next day, everyone was sharing a few snacks. Another girl, Rain, had a pack full of cookies that she was giving out to everyone. I was about to ask her for one when she pulled her hand back sharply and gave me a cold glare. “Don’t even bother asking, you’re not getting any,” she said. I was a bit taken back by this but I managed to choke out a small “okay”. Maybe it would take a while for her to be comfortable around me. Things will change, I kept telling myself.
A month and a half later, I’ve started to question myself. Was I hanging out with the wrong people? Part of me told me I was, but the other part convinced me that I wasn’t, and that this was all in the process of being accepted. I wish I knew how wrong I was. That day at lunch, I felt everyone’s stare on me, and I knew something bad was coming my way. I looked down and tried to avoid eye contact. I felt my heart beating faster. “Take off your glasses. It’s horrid and it makes you look ugly.” There it was. The words. “If we’re making comments, you should lose weight too.” Someone chimed in. Laughter followed. I kept staring at the ground, and at my lunch beside me. “I like my glasses.” I finally replied after what seemed like forever. I wish I hadn’t said anything. “If you’re not going to listen, why are you even here?” I took off my glasses immediately, gulped and blinked rapidly, trying not to cry or do anything embarrassing in front of my friends. Friends. Were we even friends? That wasn’t the first time I was attacked with words. That wasn’t the first time they made me feel insecure. That wasn’t what friends do, was it?
The next few days made me question the situation even further – Who was I to them? Was I just some tagalong? Someone who does things for them? Why do I still bear them? Why do I listen to everything they say? Unfortunately, those were all questions I didn’t have the answers to. I sat with them again that lunch time, and I remember my body tensing as we all exchanged eye contact. I was not wearing glasses at the time, but I didn’t feel more confident with them, I didn’t feel less ugly. I just couldn’t see clearly. Then, my clumsiness took over. As I reached out to grab my bag, my hand hit Jade’s iced tea and the bottle toppled over, spilling its contents everywhere. Someone squealed. “Oh my gosh. Why can’t you do anything right? Gosh, you’re the stupidest person I’ve ever met. Ugh! You’re so useless.” I opened my mouth to apologise, then stopped myself. No. I wasn’t going to. That was the last straw. I’m not useless, I wanted to scream. How could anyone say that about another person? I remembering gritting my teeth and balling my hands into fists. I felt a rush of emotions all at once – anger, betrayal, sadness, disappointment. I remembering my eyes stinging and my vision blurring. That was when I discovered how willing I was to be treated that way for so long, all to be accepted in a group of popular kids. And right there and then, I knew it wasn’t worth it. So I stood up, stuttered as I defended myself, cursed at them and walked away. But there was something in me that made me want to take back all my words. It made me feel guilty, like I had done something wrong when in fact, I haven’t.
I’m not proud of what I felt back then, but It was because of them I started to dress up nicer, gave a little more thought on how I looked and it was because of them I got rid of my ‘horrid’ glasses and used contacts, and it was because of them that I made a change.Even though this experience was not something good nor pleasant, it definitely made a huge impact on my life, up to this day. Do I wish I discovered myself in a different way? Yes. But do I regret having this experience? No. It has shaped me to be who I am and it made me discover many things about myself that I wouldn’t want to forget.
Discovery can have both positive and negative connotations. For some people, it might be be frightening and terrifying, but for others, it might be exciting and something to look forward to. I think it conjures up the images of adventure and a thrilling experience. For me it was both. I felt a rush of excitement as I stood up for myself, but I also felt a pool of guilt forming in my stomach the moment I did it. I was shaking, I was terrified of what they would do to me, and I was terrified that my life would end if they didn’t like me. But I was wrong. I know that now. Discovery is a process, I believe, whether it is expected or unexpected. It is a process that contains three main stages: the trigger, which in my case were the verbal insults, the experimental process where I started to have second thoughts and tried to look at the bigger picture, and the resulting consequences, where I discovered and realised that where I was and who I was was not something I wanted to be for the rest of my life. I didn’t like being treated like dirt, and I have the right to be myself, no matter what a few people might say about it. The rubric states that there are five main types of discovery – physical, emotional, spiritual, creative and intellectual. In my case, I think it was mostly emotional. I would be lying if I said I wished I didn’t go through that experience, because honestly, I’m grateful. Even though it wasn’t the most pleasant experience, I’m glad that I’ve discovered things about myself through that, things I didn’t realise before. I lost myself for a while when I was with those people, but because of them, I’ve rediscovered myself, I could see myself in a different perspective. If anything like this ever happens again, I could think back to this experience and avoid the same mistake. Because I’m not a tagalong, nor someone just there. We, as people, matter, and should not tolerate to be treated in a way we don’t deserve to be treated.