I remember the look on my family's face when I told them that I wanted to be a high school cheerleader. Ha! It was priceless. My brother told me I'd end up being a slut and that he couldn't have that. My mom and dad were their usual selves in holding back his real feelings to support my decision, but I could see the fear in their eyes. My mom later spoke with me privately having several very awkward conversations about my virginity and modesty. I said, "Why can't I be the one to prove the stereotypes wrong?" Looking back I can totally see that she knew me. She knew I had always just done what other people asked me to do. I am the naive girl that just wants everyone else to be happy. Of course she didn't want me to be involved in a group who can easily be taken advantage of. But my whole life I was told I could be anything I wanted to be and not to judge others based on stereotypes. I was determined to prove everyone wrong. And I did.It was more important to me to be what my mom and my church and my friends wanted of me than what I wanted for myself. I think that had a lot to do with who I became--who I am now. I'm still told by numerous people that I let myself get walked all over, but I think you can view things in two different ways. If it's going to improve someone else's quality of life, I'll suffer a while. I know where my limits are and when to say no. I am proud of being a woman, but mostly I'm just proud of being me.
Lauren, nice poet. Interesting in conjunction with Megan's post about being forced into cheerleading.
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