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KIARA TRIPLETT
one time, when i turned eight years old my momma brought me cupcakes to school to share with my friends for my birthday.
my teacher gave me the privilege to pass them out. i remember like it was yesterday. i gave everyone a cup cake.
on my last cup cake i came across a boy who was named xavier. i always had a crush on him.
i even gave him da last vanilla cup cake to make him happy while i got stuck wit chocolate. that day i went home and told my mama and my daddy everything ending off with my story about xavier.
my mom had a graceful smile on her face clasping her hands together. she asked me if i had a crush on the softest tone ever.
it's like i could still feel the heat from my cheeks when i blushed at her question.
then my daddy shut it down.
he told me i could never ever have a boyfriend and if he found out i did he would kill me and the boy. no matter our age.
i was only a 8 year old second grader.
then i turned thirteen.
i was a new teenager grieving with the lost of my mother. watching my father become worse more and more everyday.
watching my older brother have to worry bout lookin after us and only sixteen.
i started hitting puberty. i was growing hair everywhere like crazy. my titties was slowly starting to grow along with the hour glass figure i wa slowly but surely developing.
i had acne all over. and i had braces because my teeth were big and spaced out.
i had to wear boy clothes that wouldnt capture my figure because my dad made me. i couldn't shave anywhere and if i was caught with a razor that was my ass.
no proper facial cleansing products. no make up not even lip gloss. i couldn't wear contacts and had to big bulky glasses. i even had a unibrow because i couldn't get rid of any hair on my body.
and once again, no boys.
on my fifteenth birthday my dad sat me in my room, and explained that he had a change of heart.
that he would buy me girly clothes, and proper hygiene products. he would let me do my hair instead of letting it run wild.
i could find a pair of glasses that fit me. i could get my first ear hole peirced. i could shave the extra hair off my body. he would get me regular bras instead of training bras.
i looked like a whole new person. i felt like a whole new person.
