Cowgirl Monologue
“Did you get that from your parents?”
“Are you going to be like that forever?” I was clueless.
Some people would ask me, “Did you get burned?”
“Does it hurt?”
Random people would even come up to me and try to give me home remedies.
“Rubbing papaya on your spots might bring pack your color.”
“Eating raw turmeric root with honey might help.”
While others stared in disgust. It’s hard to wear cloaks of shame, wear battle wounds every day, taught to hate the flesh I live in, and fight the greatest battles- the ones I fight inside.
“You’re a mistake, just look in the mirror.”
“Cowgirl!”
“Who can ever like someone like you.”
I can never cure myself, of my pain because this disease lies beneath. It’s more than what’s on the surface. My skin just …show more content…
When she was done she went back to her desk and sat down. Her deep brown eyes looked right into my eyes, and then she spoke.
“Sweety I don’t want you to worry, what you have isn’t going to kill you. You have this rare and long-term skin condition called Vitiligo. V-I-T-I-L-I-G-O. It is characterized by patches of the skin losing their pigment. Causing whitish patches, often with no clear cause.”
“What?” I questioned.
“It is a disease that causes the loss of skin color.”
“Oh.”
I had no other word.
“There isn’t a direct cure, but treatment may help. The treatment conducted may improve the appearance of the skin but doesn't cure the disease.”
“ I know that this maybe a lot for your mom and you take in, but you have to understand, what you have completely.”
“Michelle, you can never stop believing in hope. You are so much more, then the girl with Vitiligo. You are gifted and rare. You can’t hide something that makes you, you.”
I look straight at my hero and smile for the first time in forever. ***
Now at age fourteen, I realize how special I am. My Vitiligo makes me the person I am today. I look in the mirror and I see a girl who is so much stronger than
“Are you going to be like that forever?” I was clueless.
Some people would ask me, “Did you get burned?”
“Does it hurt?”
Random people would even come up to me and try to give me home remedies.
“Rubbing papaya on your spots might bring pack your color.”
“Eating raw turmeric root with honey might help.”
While others stared in disgust. It’s hard to wear cloaks of shame, wear battle wounds every day, taught to hate the flesh I live in, and fight the greatest battles- the ones I fight inside.
“You’re a mistake, just look in the mirror.”
“Cowgirl!”
“Who can ever like someone like you.”
I can never cure myself, of my pain because this disease lies beneath. It’s more than what’s on the surface. My skin just …show more content…
When she was done she went back to her desk and sat down. Her deep brown eyes looked right into my eyes, and then she spoke.
“Sweety I don’t want you to worry, what you have isn’t going to kill you. You have this rare and long-term skin condition called Vitiligo. V-I-T-I-L-I-G-O. It is characterized by patches of the skin losing their pigment. Causing whitish patches, often with no clear cause.”
“What?” I questioned.
“It is a disease that causes the loss of skin color.”
“Oh.”
I had no other word.
“There isn’t a direct cure, but treatment may help. The treatment conducted may improve the appearance of the skin but doesn't cure the disease.”
“ I know that this maybe a lot for your mom and you take in, but you have to understand, what you have completely.”
“Michelle, you can never stop believing in hope. You are so much more, then the girl with Vitiligo. You are gifted and rare. You can’t hide something that makes you, you.”
I look straight at my hero and smile for the first time in forever. ***
Now at age fourteen, I realize how special I am. My Vitiligo makes me the person I am today. I look in the mirror and I see a girl who is so much stronger than