After a Week of School...

So, school has officially begun, and the homework is in full force. It's starting to get cooler in the mornings, and that begins the struggle to get out of our warm beds in the mornings. But I absolutely love Fall. By far my most favorite time of the year. Who doesn't love pumpkin everything, leaves changing colors, campfires, school. Oh wait. I don't know why, but I just haven't enjoyed school in a long time. I remember loving school as a child, the parties, the recess, the reading time. School just naturally came easy to me. As I got older though, we started to move around and my love for school slowly drifted. I've been to two different preschools, one kindergarten, four different elementary schools, one middle school and one high school. That makes a lot of beginnings. Lots of being the new girl, lots of trying to make new friends. Lots of time spent alone. And I'm definitely not blaming my parents for moving us around, because I would not trade my childhood for anything! Through moving, my family became my best friends and I will always be thankful for that. Just walking into High school became a little more difficult because of that. Everyone seemed so confident. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing. They all seemed to have someone to sit with at lunch, and a date to every dance. And all this time, I believed that I was doing something wrong. I was coming up short. I was not worthy of friendship. But you know what, I was wrong. I believed that I didn't look like everyone else, I was too awkward for people to like me, I have a weird machine hooked to my pants everyday. Yeah, maybe those things are true, and maybe I don't have very many friends, and maybe I do fall short, who cares! Haters will hate. But the only people who have power over you are those you give power to. I'm not going to let someone hinder my success by caring about their opinion of me. And you know what I've learned from watching from the outskirts. It's okay not to be okay, and it's okay to be different than the appearance of those around you. I can get so caught up in this feeling of "I'll never be good enough". News flash, YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH. So who cares if I don't go to every football game, or that I like to stay home and read, or that I was like the only one who couldn't raise my hand when our teacher asked us if we had gone on any dates (true story lol). Maybe I'm different then the average teenager, and society will always be there to tell me to change. But I am me for a reason, and I was put on this earth to be the best dang Emma Loveless there ever will be. So here I am.