There are so many things that you can do . Unfortunately you ignore them . For example I can write this in English . Which is what I'm doing right now. But I tried to write it in French and creole before. Because I thought I would not be able to . But look! I'm doing it and it seems pretty good to me.\n\nwhat does that mean?\n\nThere are certain things that you can do ,but you ignore them because you limit yourself . By thinking that : you can't, you need someone else's help,it's too much for you and worst... And this, without even trying.\n\nYou are worth so much . Your capacity is bigger than what you think. Give that chance to yourself to try without someone. Stop doubting yourself and believe that you are better than the average.sometimes ,look back to remind yourself how much you can accomplish . Think about a \\"congratulation\\" someone told you ,something you said or did that made someone smile , to see how great and worthy you are.\n\nI used not to talk nor participate in class just because I knew that I just came from Haiti and I didn't speak English as well as the other students did. I never thought about the purpose that they put me in ESOL3 while they knew I just came from a different country which speaks a different language.\n\nNow I see and I'm saying , it was because they saw I could. Being here for three or four months didn't mean that I couldn't speak nor write in English. But That's what I thought and I was wrong.\n\nWe always think that it's suppose to be like everyone else.\\"If he\she can't .Neither can I\\". \\"If he didn't, how can I?\\" That's not true!\n\nWhat if we said: \\"If he did, so will I\\"Because there are people who succeeded as there are some who failed . Why don't we look for the ones who achieved it instead of those who didn't or couldn't?\n\nThis is the way we have to think to see our capacity. And don't wait, DO NOT wait for others to believe it . Believe it because you know you really can . Not because I'm saying it . YOU have to know it.And the only way for you to know that is to try .\n\nTry without fear.\n\nNo,try even if you are afraid . Because I promise you will not regret it.\n\nGood things come to those who wait . But better things come to those who go out and get what they always got!\n\nYes , what they always got . Because as I already said, You already got it. It is just a question of knowing it . And once you know it ,appreciate it, work on it, and develop it.\n\nI will keep saying that you already have all . Don't wait for anybody to tell you that.\n\nThat's simple , If you do what you always did , you will get what you always got. And if you don't value your times and talents neither will others. Stop giving away your talents ! Start charging for them!\n\n\\"The one who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world ,are the ones who do.\\" I read:\\" Life is not about finding yourself . Life is about creating yourself.\\"\n\nYour problem is not the problem . Your reaction is . Now, what will be your reaction? better still, what actions will you take? Will you take one?\n\nDon't forget , YOU DESERVE THIS! So try! Try until you do.Try until no errors . Try until it works.Try until you're satisfied.\n\nAnd Have fun!

Ever since thoughts started developing in me, I often wondered about my worth in this world; sometimes in people's actions and sometimes in their words, sometimes in the silence and sometimes in the herds. I traveled far across from the ocean of thoughts, leaving the footprints of my fading stories to find answer to the question, “What's my worth?”, I whispered to my heart but it was uninterested to answer me like none was interested in me. Fading got familiar to me since my childhood. As a child, I was always obedient to my parents' decision of sending me school, never arguing. I wanted to say them, “I don't want to be there. I miss home.” but my voice faded and my choice faded with it too. I was convinced that you get to make a lot of friends in school, and school life is the best part of our life. However, I always ended up with one or hardly two friends. Even though my friend circle was very small, they still didn't know me like I didn't know myself. I just knew I was not okay with the normality they called it ‘Normal'. If so am I abnormal to think beyond the stereotypes set by the so called normal people? I was to find out answer to my only one question but they started piling up with my age until now I realized my worth. After school, I joined high school as normal. I was bounded with all sorts of protection since my childhood. I didn't know what criticism meant until once I got trapped in the hole, hollow enough to be loaded with all sorts of the negativity I never discovered in my life. People made judgments from how you look to how you dress yourself up and from how you thought to how you actually behaved. I didn't know how I am supposed to behave with different types of judgments of different kinds of people. I only knew the language of kindness. I suddenly felt like I didn't know the world but yet, persistent with my perspective towards the world. I then took a reverse turn to my life to observe and analyze them once again but with more speculations this time. I thought this way: People weren't really interested in me like I wasn't interested in their lives. When children were struggling to go to school, I went regularly like I had no problem with it. I had learnt to sacrifice for the thing that's important in very early age of my life. When people were busy making judgments, I was mending myself to be stronger than I was. When people didn't really have thoughts, I was thinking of defining my worth. “I was definitely worth it.”, I told myself for the first time. And since that first time, it has been every time to believe, praise and tell myself that ‘I am worth it.' I was searching for my worth all around the world with people's judgments surrounding while it was within me like they say, “I was a fruit searching for a seed outside of it when it was within me.”

We are all human beings. We are not only bodies with muscles, bones and skin, we are real people who have feelings and emotions that make our life brighter or vice versa, darker. Do you know what it means to be insecure? I do. And this is my life story. At the age of seven. I was glued at the mirror image and passed my eyes over the baby's body with some fat. "I'm cute," I told myself before going to school. The days of the first class were disgusting because of the people who were surrounding me. I realized how they were rude and angry. One thing I remembered well was the words that made me embarrassed that my classmate said once day: "You. Are. Fat. "" WHAT? REALLY? But why? No, I'm not .. or. Maybe, yes ... a little. – I began to justify myself before this boy, but why? Anyway, the feeling of discomfort and the fact that these insulting words were said by the boy hurt me, my interior, my thoughts were confused, now I definitely could not be anything to be sure. His words forever remained like a bell in my head as a reminder of those children's days, I tried to persuade myself, that he wasn't right. However, since that day, I felt knot in a body of my own. At the age of twelve. I again gaze into the mirror reflection and saw a girl who had inflammation of the conjunctiva, which could impair vision. In other words, I had conjunctivitis or a pink eye. My parents were disappointed because their daughter could become completely blind if she did not take appropriate treatment. Yes, I was forced to stay in the hospital for two or three weeks. Of course, it caused some stress, but fortunately, I met new friends with whom we spent a lot of time watching movies and laughing. Everything was fine and nothing hurt. Oh, no, I have well remembered the moment when one girl asked me: "How does she feel being fat?" (She was very slim and slender). "Just do not pay attention" - you can say. But how? Although, easier said than done. When you are a twelve-year-old sensitive girl, you do not even know how to react. In addition, I still cannot understand whether it was a rub or just a question with real interest? Despite this, it broke me down completely. The age of fourteen has come and I again began to look at my reflection in the mirror. Because of puberty, adolescents have some acne like me. The pimples looked like moles, also I had bags under my eyes, as well as puffy bodies. "Too short legs, neck, small eyes, big nose, your face does not fit into the modern standard of beauty! I hate you! "These words I told myself every morning. My self-esteem was aggravated by every word I heard from myself and others. It's clear, I assure you, it's not their fault; it was completely mine and my aggressive behavior to myself. But one day the tables have turned. It was New Year's Eve with my family. I made a wish at 0:00 to be happy in 2016. After the party, my brother and mother got into the hay, and my father stayed with me, as he noticed my sadness. I tried to tell him my fears, and I did not even regret it. My jaw falls when my father told me a story from his life, the story of my fourteen year old father. "Some people have" weight problems ", which are often marked by a struggle related to their childhood. Such was the case for me as well. Since my parents decided to remove from the village to the city, I had to get used to a new life. One of the problems that I faced was relations with classmates. I noticed how dozens of classmates were playing soccer, ran and jumped when I felt very exhausted to do it because of being overweight. "Fat means ugly," I thought. In an attempt to experience the levity of such a body, I began to eat nothing, arguing that it would be better for my health and appearance. Over the years, I lost weight, but my classmates still called me "fat." During this time I wanted to be in shape and was afraid to eat properly, because I thought I would be fatter than I was. Time slips past. Of course, I achieved my weight goals. But one problem remained in my head. "I'm too fat," I told myself every day, even if I had an average weight. One morning, while staying in the bathroom, I stared at the mirror image, and suddenly I said to myself: "I'm beautiful." From that time, repeating these words every day, every minute, my self-esteem began to grow. I realized that all my problems were in my head, not in my body. "Daughter," he said, "when you love yourself, you can love another person, like I love your mother." At the age of sixteen. I stared at the mirror image. "My eyes are big, my neck is long enough, my moles are my features, which I do not need to hide. I am beautiful ". I said these words to myself, trying to get rid of all the worries. Little by little I did it. I'm eighteen now. I look at the mirror image and I see a beautiful lady. I have accepted my body, I am healthy enough, and I feel confident. I have healthy and strong relationships with friends and relatives. I love myself.