Lessons I Teach Myself
Lessons I Teach Myself
To the dude who slipped into my IG DM's and spurred nothing but JUDGMENT,
So, you've been following me on IG for a while, sometimes double clicking or sending hearts my way.
I remember noticing you - noticing I didn't know you - and moving on with my life not giving a second thought to some dude who likes my photos on Instagram. There are other random people like you that follow my page though we never met. Not gonna brag... but you aren't the first one nor the last. It's flattering and as long as you play nice - I have no problem with that and I may even interact with you on occasion. I'd 'like' your heart emoji or something. The niceties of IG.
HOWEVER, when you decided to 'take our 'relationship' to the next level' by dm'ing me, commenting on a photo of me in a lake that I am "TOO WHITE, LOOKING LIKE MILK AND NEED TO STAY AT THE BEACH LONGER" our barely-existent 'relationship' has found its tragic end. Tragic to you. I personally don't really care about it much. Except for the creative inspiration to call you out on my blog right here.
So. Let me start by saying HAHAHAHA! and a bunch of LOL LOL LOL !!!! I mean you were making a joke right? You were almost saying word for word what bullies in ELEMENTARY school told me. I mean, I did grow up in the middle east, you know? You didn't say anything I never heard before. PLENTY of times.
Yes, my skin is very fair, some may even say PALE, but I like to call it PORCELAIN. And guess what? I LOVE IT.
Side note: thanks mom!
So naturally after reading your lame af comment - I instantly blocked you so you no longer have access to me. You probably think you got under my skin (no pun intended) if I blocked you AND I'm literally writing to you now. But you barely tickled the bottom of my milky skinned foot. In fact, you actually made me realize what a long way I've come from the little girl who let bullies like you rattle her heart. That little girl believed them. That little girl thought she probably SHOULD stay at the beach longer. That little girl felt different because bullies like you - told her she was.
But the woman I am can take your insults and put them in a little jar and make MAGIC out of them.
Why? Because every time someone tells me 'You ain't', 'You can't', or 'You won't', they only reinforce my inner belief that I AM, I CAN and I WILL.
So I guess this is a thank you. Thank you for shedding a light on my beautiful porcelain skin.
I'll take your insult and turn it into a compliment. :-)
*Photo By Tamar Pelzig
Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog that may, or may not be, of any significance to anyone other than herself. If you found her lil' life lessons, stories, poems and blurbs meaningful to you, well that's f**ing amazing! Comment and share so she can pat herself in the back - she doesn't do that nearly enough. Cheers.