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The only time I can think of when I felt inferior was during my secondary school education. I had this friend named Cynthia who also had a friend called Linda. Both of them were from rich homes while I was just a child of parents who were also trying their best to give us a good education. We were not too rich and not too poor not to be able to feed on three square meals daily. But I felt different from them because I didn't see myself being on the same level as them. Cynthia was a very good friend who would always play with me and move closer to me but Linda, on the other hand knew her circle and doesn't enjoy sitting where I am. With this, I felt I wasn't belonging to her.
She would always treat Cynthia well and most times would just speak to me and that is only when she needed to ask me questions. I remembered having to get scared when she was talking to me because I didn't want to do things that would make her make a mockery of me. I tried my best to stay away from her. One day Cynthia told me to come join them as they were talking and gisting. I looked around and saw I shouldn't be part of them. These children were rich and it was obvious in the way they dress. I am a child whose parents never allowed my school uniform to be short but to go past my knees which I looked like a sister in the convent. They had their skirts reached above their knees because no one could question them.
I was too afraid to join them. I had low self-esteem and felt not belonging to them. It was a hard moment for me to face such a situation every single day at school. It made me question how I came to be born in such a situation and not from a rich family. It got to the extent of me wanting to switch parents if it were to be possible but thank God it wasn't. The truth is that Cynthia likes me more and wanted me to feel free among them but I just couldn't summon the courage to be around them. I don't know what happened one day, I noticed Linda started coming closer to me more. She started buying things for me every day and it made me wonder what has happened.
Things changed all of a sudden and I began to find myself among them gisting and laughing. Many times Linda would beg me to help copy her notes because it is what I do for students who were so lazy but were always giving me something even though it was little. One time like that, Linda followed me home, ate my food and played for a while before going home. I, Cynthia and Linda turned into best of friends that we started waiting for each other every morning so we could walk to school together and walk back home. I realized my low self-esteem varnished and I felt safe and not inferior again. Linda changed things about me. Perhaps Cynthia talked sense into her, I still don't know how today but I enjoyed our company before we got separated after our graduation ceremony.
An inferiority complex is something that could damage one's life. It brings you low and makes you feel indifferent to the other. It makes one loses his or her self-confidence and in turn, affects one's life. Sometimes this problem leads one in doing things they shouldn't be doing as it lures them into a bad influence just because they feel like belonging. In my case, I was able to control myself as I have been taught contentment. Even when the temptation to do things I wouldn't do came, I controlled myself because I have always believed one thing: we are not the same. Everyone is different and we happen to find ourselves where we cannot control but accept fate like that while working towards being the best.
I couldn't change the fact that I was born into the family I am but I was determined to work hard and give myself a better future. Today, I do not see myself being inferior anymore. No one can make me feel indifferent anymore because I know I can get some things if I work hard for them. Thank God for today and what I have achieved.
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