Wow. I have so much to say that I couldn’t even choose a specific age. Where do I even start? I think I’ll start in 8th grade when you just turned 14. Cannot believe this, because Vivian just turned 14 and she might be going through the same things as you. I can’t believe how fast my little sister has grown, but let’s focus on you, or me. You’re in 8th grade and you’re trying so hard to fit in a school with primarily white children. You’re the only Hispanic kid and you feel less than your classmates. You’re intimidated and made to feel less smart, less worthy of education. But that isn’t the only thing bothering you. You see how everyone has natural (well what you assume at the time) straight hair. It falls so perfectly on the shoulders of your classmates and you sit in awe while tugging at your frizzy curly hair, wishing you had been blessed with perfect hair. Then they walk in. The girls who you spent the first half of the school year trying to befriend, just to realize you aren’t one of them, and you never will be.
At lunch, you sit with your one friend. You talk about the future and what universities you hope to attend, but then laugh because you’re only in 8th grade and still have years ahead of you. But then you glimpse at the laughter coming from the other side of the lunch room, and you edge a little until you see them laughing and pointing at you. You look down at your plate and wonder, what makes me so different?
You go home and sit on your bed, pushing your homework away. All you can think about is the chub that hangs from your stomach. As you walk into the bathroom, you think of how the world would be better without you. You don’t realize, but this is a thought that will haunt you for the next few years. When you finally look in the mirror, you look at your uni brow, then at the hair on your arms. You slide out your phone, and search: Why am I so hairy if I am a girl? There is million of websites claiming it’s normal and natural, but to you that means nothing.
Later that day, you start to forget about the thoughts while you play with ChiChi, but it is suddenly interrupted with the sound of Justin Bieber playing from your phone. The caller ID states it’s your best friend, and you dash upstairs and shut the bathroom door close. As you sit, behind the door, you answer and with a release of a breath say, “Hello?” You don’t realize as hours pass and your sisters come knocking at the door. She is the only person there who understands what happens at school, and you promise to look for her the next morning as soon as you arrive.
The next morning, you walk into the classroom looking for her, but she is nowhere in sight. You turn and see them looking at you. You walk past them and take a seat in your assigned seat, but that is when the battle against tears begins.
Fat hairy cow.Â
Why do you even go here?
You’re not smart.
No one will ever like you.
Their words pierce your heart as you pretend not to hear in hopes of preventing tears from running down your face.
The end of the day comes, and the cycle repeats.
If I could go back in time and expose my parents to everything that happened behind the closed doors of a private Catholic school, I would do it in a heartbeat. Past Tiffany, I want to tell you a few things which I am still learning today, but they have made my present better and future hopeful.
I want to start off with being a different race. You’re parents are both Peruvian. Your dad, especially, is hairy, and unlike your sisters, you seemed to have inherited most of his genetics. You’re “hairiness” isn’t a flaw, but a privilege. I watch as girls around me do all sort of treatments– even as extreme as getting fake eyelashes sowed onto their real ones– just to have long lashes. You were blessed to have long and curled eyelashes, as well as bold eyebrows. Heck, you get to sleep in longer, unlike other girls who spend time filling in their brows, because YOU already have the gift of flawless brows.
Moving along, your hair isn’t a downside either. You will eventually learn to care for curly hair and you will learn to love it, and never bring a straightening iron to it ever again. People will touch and express their love for your curls. It will become something you learn to cherish. It might take a while, because you are the only girl in your home with curly hair, but you will eventually learn to love it.
The second to biggest point I want to make is that you should never doubt yourself. You will do great in high school and eventually attend University of Mary Washington. You will be accepted to all the schools you apply to, and will find others looking within you for help. Please do not ever, no matter what, doubt yourself, because you can do it.
And, the biggest point I want to conclude with is, mental illness is a real thing. It won’t go away. It will always be something in the back of your mind, but you will find help. You will find others who feel and understand you. You will want to learn more about mental illness and will educate yourself in the topic. But please, please please, remember that whenever you are feeling especially down, you always have two people in your life who will never let you down, your best friend and abuelita.
P.S. You will also learn that Justin Bieber isn’t as good as he seemed.