Hello dear community. I hope this Sunday is a day of rest and saying goodbye until tomorrow. Today I want to participate here. The one that interested me about some of the questions was. “What was the worst advice you ever got. You did it. What was the result?”. This one I can relate to because every stage I lived through as a teenager we have some embarrassing and some not so much.
I remember when I was in my shirt. I mean. I was in high school. By this time I was 17 years old. From this moment on, everything was different. My friends were no longer interested in sleepovers at home. Nor to talk about our idol theatrical artist. Even some simple games in the school institution. It was a radical change. I felt I didn’t fit in with them. My conversation was not interesting. But theirs were. I paid attention, observed and wondered what they are interested in.
The girls stopped being little girls, they were getting ready to mature, and behave like a lady, dress nice, have other fashionable tastes, including having boyfriends at a young age. While I, on the other hand, was in their shadow. I decided to take a chance and asked for advice. I wanted them to help me become like them. I wanted to train myself to be able to have a boyfriend and be in balance with them. They definitely taught me from everyone and it was a lot of accumulated information. But since I didn’t have any money and even less knew the likes. They lent me their clothes. I felt like it was finally my moment you know.
But once I’m already inside this environment, there was no turning back. The time came to have a courtship, with some of the girls’ friends. For this. They advised me that I should be more playful, flirtatious. and order the most expensive food. If I have someone interested in me, and they ask me out. The only rules were; that I had to tell them or invite her with me. Even make the men pay for the cab, I must send sexy pictures in swimsuit or sportswear. But unfortunately I didn’t have the courage to take the next step.
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I wanted them to accept me, to remain friends like before. But I didn’t dare to pimp myself to men, I couldn’t tolerate the idea, that I didn’t value my dignity and my body. That I didn’t have total control over myself. I had to pay a price in exchange for this. I was not interested in knowing what would happen if I followed all their advice and what consequences I would have to take. Without being able to tell my mother or any adult to guide me if it was okay to do this. But when I felt it wasn’t right, I knew it was time to cut it off and not participate in this anymore.
I learned that eventually I can have a boyfriend, someone who accepts me for who I am. I started working at my mother’s restaurant. I had money for my personal expenses. I started to have new friendships. Starting from scratch with other friends in my life. I was advising her about responsibility and taking care of her body. I was very direct with her. To prevent them from having unwanted pregnancies, self-respect if you underestimate them or psychological abuse, I would lend them clothes of mine. Or I would do their makeup. Even if they wanted to go to a party or event, there was no need to be accompanied by a man, we took care of each other. We enjoyed ourselves and each one came home. I have good friends who have been with me for years now. Because of this bad advice I received when I was a teenager. There was an end for me. Without it. I knew right from wrong. Thank you for reading my story. Photos from my phone, Photos album from facebook, translation: deepl