i will never forget what he said

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I’ve been following Jenni’s challenge at Story of My Life, almost from the beginning of May, but haven’t actually posted any of them until today! For your information, today’s challenge is: Something someone told you about yourself that you’ll never forget.

I was in the second or third grade. I had my brown hair, my big mouth always getting me in trouble, I was super loud, always running rampant, and eating too many sweets. I was never a ‘fat kid’ but I was never part of the skinny club. My little belly was always there, my thighs have touched as long as I can remember being on this earth. Safe to say, I weighed ten pounds more than I should have my whole life. But I was always told how pretty I was, so I think everyone can overlook that extra junk in my trunk (or appreciate it for what it is!).

Anyway! 

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Little me was always crushing on some boy. At the time, I had some weird crush on another Polish kid in my class, I don’t know why. Probably because he ignored me. I always liked the ones that were a challenge and stepped on the boys that fawned all over me. Polish kid had a Canadian best friend, and the two boys were inseparable – making my attempts to talk to the Polish boy alone pretty difficult. (I realise how weird and bizarre this sounds, I was young but always trying to fall in love!)

For whatever reason, (I don’t remember how this came up in conversation), the Polish kid said this to me:

“You know, Maggie, you’re pretty. But you’d be REALLY pretty if you just lost a little weight.”

(shock, horror – I know! We were so young! What a bastard!)

I remember standing there, a little stunned as he turned to walk away, wishing I had a good comeback to hit him back with (I still suck at the comeback line).

And then the Canadian boy looked at me and said:

“Don’t listen to him, you’re beautiful. You’re always beautiful, you don’t need to lose any weight.”

And suddenly my crush for the Polish boy switched to the Canadian boy.

I don’t know why I remember that, it’s such a vivid memory in my mind, and it’s fairly insignificant. I mean, nothing real happened, just words.

In Polish there’s a saying that ‘Polish Girls are the Prettiest’, and that day I learned that indeed, we are the prettiest while Polish boys can be complete douchebags. Even in the second grade.

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