Broken Love - Broken Pieces

It all started sophomore year,

It was the first day of school at Miramar High. I actually enjoyed coming to school well at least on the first day.

Since it was August and the time still hadn't change yet therefore outside was still dark. My alarm rang exactly at 5:45 am , of course I hit snooze a couple of times therefore I ended up getting out of bed at 6.00am. After sitting on the edge of my bed for a minute or two , I grabbed my towel and made my way to the shower. I decided to brush my teeth while I was in the shower which caused me to stay in there a little bit longer . I was in there for about 20 to 30 minutes .

After my shower I moisturized my skin with cocoa butter lotion then put on deodorant then slipped on my bra and panties .

Since it was the first day, I had to look nice . I'm not one of those girls that feel the need to go all out, but I do feel as if I should feel beautiful.

I had gotten my hair,eyebrows and eyelashes done saturday. My hair was in a side roller set, with feathered flips and curls the inches were an 16 and 18.

Some may say , I may not have even looked sixteen but I'm not as curvaceous therefore I looked my age. I'm sixteen weighing in at 100 pounds.

I always got asked, "Why are you so skinny ?" Well News flash its called a high metabolism .

I used to struggle with my weight when I was in middle school, and believe me when I say I struggled a lot. Sometimes I feel as if I'm still that chubby girl in middle school and it still effects me til this day .

But, for those who are not on the slim side that's okay cause you're beautiful just the way you are and always remember to love the skin your in. (Food for thought)

I still had my hair wrapped, my outfit consisted of Jean high waisted shorts that were dark blue , along with a white tank top (tucked in) , A plaid button down that consisted of red, dark blue, and a tad hint of gold and last white high top air forces.

" Charisma ! Je vous donne cinq minutes pour être ici !!"

(I give you 5 minutes to be down here)

Welp, that was my cue my mom didn't play when it came to being on time for school. I unwrapped my hair and let it fall past my shoulder. I grabbed my side brown bag and headed to my moms car.

Yes , I am Haitian my mother is from port tu' prince , Haiti and my father is from nassau , Bahamas but he's half haitian as well . Therefore I consider my self a proud Haitian. Some say Haitians eat cat, or they're dirty so on and so forth. But as you can see , I'm far from dirty, I have hair that passes my shoulders it may not be bone straight but trust as soon as the weave comes out , I always get asked "why you wear weave?" Well lets just keep it brief its easier to handle but I don't mind going natural.

But, to continue I'll never be ashamed of my Haitian culture .

After , my mom dropped me off to school that day let's just say someone stepped into my life and changed me for the better or hell, even for the worst.

Broken Love , Broken Pieces