It feels just like yesterday when I was walking down the halls of Garfield Elementary School. I braced myself for another day of pain and discomfort, from the feeling of being in a classroom with 25 students laughing or hiding giggles in my direction.
Looking back, it's unbelievable that all this misery I went through in elementary school came from my granny's choice of hairstyle for me.
I wore two ponytails and a long braid going down the back of my head, and, yep, that was a good enough reason for elementary school students to hate me.
Their stares made me rush to my seat, and hide behind a book. I hoped that if I made myself invisible, the giggles would soon drift away.
Many times I felt like getting up and running to the nearest bathroom, to cry on the floor in the corner, but I held my ground.