As a senior in high school, I am finally coming to the realization that my differences are merely quirks that make me unique. I have now learned to embrace the fact that I am different from what society perceives to be the norm, but it wasn't always this way. From seventh through eleventh grade, I was not as approving of my dissimilarities as I am now. Growing up in a predominantly Caucasian school was where I struggled the most. …show more content…
I'm not. I am merely a young, black girl that knows what it’s like to feel as though she isn’t good enough to do great things or even do something just as simple, yet great, as going to college. Nevertheless, here I am, writing an essay that will someday give me the opportunity to do and be something greater.
In the end, learning to love and accept yourself takes time. It took me some time, yet, some odd years later, I can finally say that I have come to accept myself in spite of my differences. Lastly, in the words of Martin Luther King Jr., I Have a Dream; and that dream is that someday every young boy and girl will learn to love themselves regardless of how different they feel, how strange to society they may look, and the human race will someday become more like monkeys and not exclude people solely because they are not the