There are so many aspects of me that have been formed only because of my past experiences. I used to be afraid of acknowledging this in myself. Not anymore! I am proud of who I am now. Yet, some of the times, my soul looks back and wonders how I got over. From an early age, I can remember being picked on. Even at an early age I felt those things I was being picked on for must be very bad things inside of me. I mean shoot, who picks on people for positive attributes? Who indeed! Wow, what big eyes you have. This was something I heard frequently. As a result I begun to look down and not make much eye contact. I now know that I have nice eyes and there are people who try and learn every trick they can to make their eyes appear larger. The jokes on those people who pored fun of me. Now, I have excellent eye contact and I owe it to the years of feeling horribly about my eyes. The next object of continuing ridicule, my voice....
Keep It Sybil is the life and times of a 40 something young, mother, hip hop lover and so many other descriptions I may love and hate simultaneously, at times.