Dawn, Broken and Hurting
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Dawn was one of those girls all the other girls envied. She had so much self confidence. Of course in my eyes, her confidence wasn't "self" confidence at all. She did not earn her confidence. She saw the favor in other people's eyes and translated that into a stockpile of confidence. Her self worth was built only on her daddy's money and her natural beauty. She did not contribute to either, so it couldn't be considered "self" anything. I would love to claim that I was too good to envy such a girl. Money is temporary after all and looking back on the tempest of an acquaintanceship I had with Dawn, I wish I knew then what I know now. I would have saved the energy it took to beat her. I wouldn't have made the choices I made. There are just some genies I can't put back in the bottle.
I remember the powerful Kansas wind was unrelenting on the day our battle really started. I awoke in a foul mood. I slid on my green Vans sneakers and my lime backpack. I stopped by the mirror that was next to our front door to appraise my appearance. Mop of curly, unruly hair tied into a messy knot atop my head. Chin long bangs constructed with a straightening iron, a curling iron and a gallon of gel made a perfectly immobile frame for a thin face and bright blue eyes. Orange eye shadow caused my eyes to glow even more blue than they did naturally. I checked to make sure my brown eyeliner made perfect points at the corner. The eyeliner gave me the look I needed. Strong, determined, angry were my goals. I did not want to be picked on. I wanted to be someone others feared. I needed to be able to protect myself. I was aware most girls at my age wanted to be pretty. I used to want to be beautiful. I needed to look tough. Pretty is weak. Mean is tough.
"Dawn," Mom called. "Don't forget your lunch." I forgot to mention, I am Dawn. This isn't a story about my battle with the most popular girl in school. This is the story of my inner battle and how I went from being the most desirable girl in school to becoming myself and finding who I really was meant to be.
Rene Lathrop-Nethercot
Wife, Mother, Student, Friend, and writer Rene Lathrop is known for her full character development and her inspiration is people. How they react to hard situations. How they relate to one another.
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Dawn, Broken and Hurting - Rene Lathrop-Nethercot
Dawn: Broken and Hurting
By Rene Lathrop
Published by Rene Lathrop at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Rene Lathrop
Chapter 1
Dawn was one of those girls all the other girls envied. She had so much self confidence. Of course in my eyes, her confidence wasn't self
confidence at all. She did not earn her confidence. She saw the favor in other people's eyes and translated that into a stockpile of confidence. Her self worth was built only on her daddy's money and her natural beauty. She did not contribute to either, so it couldn't be considered self
anything. I would love to claim that I was too good to envy such a girl. Money is temporary after all and looking back on the tempest of an acquaintanceship I had with Dawn, I wish I knew then what I know now. I would have saved the energy it took to beat her. I wouldn't have made the choices I made. There are just some genies I can't put back in the bottle.
I remember the powerful Kansas wind was unrelenting on the day our battle really started. I awoke in a foul mood. I slid on my green Vans sneakers and my lime backpack. I stopped by the mirror that was next to our front door to appraise my appearance. Mop of curly, unruly hair tied into a messy knot atop my head. Chin long bangs constructed with a straightening iron, a curling iron and a gallon of gel made a perfectly immobile frame for a thin face and bright blue eyes. Orange eye shadow caused my eyes to glow even more blue than they did naturally. I checked to make sure my brown eyeliner made perfect points at the corner. The eyeliner gave me the look I needed. Strong, determined, angry were my goals. I did not want to be picked on. I wanted to be someone others feared. I needed to be able to protect myself. I was aware most girls at my age wanted to be pretty. I used to want to be beautiful. I needed to look tough. Pretty is weak. Mean is tough.
Dawn,
Mom called. Don't forget your lunch.
I forgot to mention, I am Dawn. This isn't a story about my battle with the most popular girl in school. This is the story of my inner battle and how I went from being the most desirable girl in school to becoming myself and finding who I really was meant to be.
Stories are always told about how a girl was nobody became popular. My story is how I realized that I wasn't ever going to be, nor did I ever want to be popular again. Sometimes your biggest enemy is yourself, and if you can't beat yourself, you will never win.
I went back in for my lunch. Mom handed it to me and kissed my forehead, You know I love you.
She said.
I love you too, Mom.
I replied, grabbing the lunch from her hand. Tofu-salad would end up in the garbage. I had learned not to argue about eating lunch. It was easier just to throw it away, and not deal with the fight.
I touched up my lips and then opened the door. Everyday was going to be my challenge. I almost never missed school, but I was today was my first day back. How would people react to my return? What would they say. I jumped into my blue Mustang and pointed it toward school. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth. I needed composure. I needed strength.
Pulling into the parking lot, I saw the others my used-to-be friends and worshippers clumped in their little gangs. Although I couldn't hear what they were saying,