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FACTORY REJECT
In my school yearbook, my photo was labeled under “FACTORY REJECTS”. Even after all this time, I can still remember the hurt and embarrassment this caused me. I feel that by letting it be printed, someone of authority unknowingly opened the floodgates for future harassment that followed me throughout my school years.
Personally, I liked this photo. I loved wearing my hair in braids (pigtails), and remember smiling happily for the camera that day. Even though I was missing a few teeth and had a scab on my nose — still, Factory Reject???? No way! The others included on this same page must have felt the pain also.
My worst memory began when I was starting seventh grade. I come from a small, southern, hillbilly, redneck town. During recess, some of the boys started surrounding me chanting over and over very loudly,
“Nigga Lips, Nigga Lips, Nigga Lips!”
I did have full-size lips, more than the rest it seemed. As they snickered and laughed at me I realized then that it wasn’t so much the words themselves, but the way they’d been spoken; with so much anger and hate. They had to’ve been passed down from generation to generation. A concept and prejudice that was not my way of thinking, and thru the years I’ve witnessed similar problems between race groups all over the world.
This inspired me to write about these hurtful experiences that plagued me emotionally; negative words and opinions should not break or make an individual, but at times they do! I hope to help others understand the power behind their spoken words. For years I wouldn’t smile for fear of my lips becoming bigger–suppressing them in a tight, thin line; anticipating they’d get smaller and look more like everybody else’s.
And now, everyone wants this look – go figure!
Truthfully until I met Baba, I detested and hated myself. I had no clue what it meant to love oneself. I had been put down so much, that I believed I was no good. There wasn’t any doubt that I could turn heads or attract attention — My looks have always brought me that.
But to Love Myself, No Way….. After getting into yoga and being with Swami Muktananda I have finally learned this most valuable lesson, and now I smile alot!!!
That is why I am very grateful to Baba