Kids are normally curious people they always want to explore.
Sometimes, parents try to be strict with them, therefore killing their curiosity.
While some parents allow them to explore while guiding them to the right part. I, for once, have always been a curious child, always asking plenty of questions.
Many times, I want to find out reasons why some things are the way they are and why I am not allowed to touch things or play with certain things.
I always admire models, so much that sometimes, I will stand in front of the mirror and be practicing how to catwalk.
I didn't have a heel, so I would wear my mother's high heels; whenever she was not around, I would ask my younger brother to be hyping me.
I will be feeling on top of the world, my parents being these devoted Christians, they won't want to hear that I want to be a model, something that they consider immoral.
My mother's words, "So you want to be wearing pants and a bra on national television and be walking up and down to disgrace your family all in the name of modeling. They will now say look at deaconess Emily's daughter, abi".
In my defense " mom is not like that, I can be a model and not wear bra and pants. Meanwhile, children don't wear pants and bras; I can still be a commercial model, a fashion model, or even a billboard model.
My mother, where did you get all this idea from? Who has been teaching all these things to you?
She would match me to my neighbor's house, who was an upcoming model then, and she would warn her not to lead me to hell.
Not that she is training me, and she is trying to retrain me for her. She will try to tell my mother that modeling is not bad, but no way.
In fact, my mom started locking us inside and cutting off my friends. I wasn't allowed to play with anybody again. Because she was trying to protect me from bad influence according to her.
Little did she know that she was pushing me into isolation. Gradually, as I grow older, I no longer want to be around people or even go out with them.
I wasn't born an introvert, but I became one because of the strictness of my mom. I can stay indoors for one week without going out, and I don't care.
I might agreed to hang out, but as soon as it was time to go out. I will change my mind.
One incident that even pushed me to become an introvert was when I decided to participate in a school beauty pageant.
Some group of girls who were not happy I was chosen plotted and locked me up in the school toilet so I wouldn't compete.
When I was later found, my mother used that to put fear inside of me. That people in the modeling industry are more wicked than these little ones. I might even be killed if I continue.
That's how I stopped wanting to be a model, but looking back now. If I was a bit bold I would have gone higher cause I had many people that wanted to push me forward then.
Thank you for taking the time to read.
