Today I am going a little off topic and combining the two issues I am most passionate about these days, melanoma awareness and support and encouragement for the younger people in our lives. I dedicate this post to Rosemarie Oldhoff, who I believe is one of the many angels watching over me.
I always thought I would end up being an advocate for
diabetes research and prevention and eventually, become a life coach to help
young teens, especially females, to find their strength and self-confidence. These were the two things I wanted to see
improve in my lifetime more than anything else. I still do, but I have added a
few more to my list. I never expected
that I would end up feeling so passionately about skin cancer, but of course,
like most things, I never knew I would end up with it.
I found this picture of me the other day. I was about 4 or 5
years old. The first thing I noticed, was my sassy little look and huge smile.
Clearly, this girl had it together. She knew she was something special and she
wasn’t afraid to hide it.
Something happened to that girl between that picture and now.
Life, childhood teasing, developing a curvy figure WAY too early, not having
the newest clothes or a lot of money, family issues- all of these things
contributed to a lot of self-doubt and self-hate. I struggled with self-esteem
issues for the majority of my life. I wasn’t proud of my natural skin color. I
wasn’t proud of much that I was given.
My feelings about my looks are the reason I spent so much
time trying to get a tan. Besides comments about my weight, my nose, my
clothes, I got comments like, “Oh my God! You look like a ghost.” Or, “You look sick. You need some sun.” I started to believe that being darker would
allow me to be beautiful. I figured having a tan would give me a chance to look
like all those models and celebrities I adored. Also, it was a pretty easy
thing to do when you consider all you have to do is lay around to get some
sun. My father ALWAYS got on me about
getting too much sun. He told me it was bad. He told me I was fine just the way
I was, but I didn’t believe him. I wanted to be beautiful, more than I wanted
to be smart. I wanted to be beautiful more
than I wanted to be popular. I wanted to
be beautiful more than I wanted to be healthy and alive.
As a teen, I didn’t have any teachers or coaches that took
an interest in me, or that I felt comfortable talking to about things that I
struggled with. That is why, when I was a teacher in the classroom, I wanted so
badly to be the type of adult role model I would want my children to talk to,
when they felt they couldn’t talk to me.
Knowing logically that I can’t save every kid, but
emotionally wanting to save them all, I did my best. But there were some I
failed.
My biggest failure was my beautiful, beautiful Rose. She was on the dance team that I coached. She
was an angel walking on this earth. Her outside beauty was almost unbelievable
and her inside beauty was even greater.
If you didn’t know her, you wouldn’t believe it was possible for anyone
to be that kind and sweet. I don’t think she had any idea of how special she
really was. Rose was the kind of beautiful I always wanted to be. No amount of tanning or dieting could have
ever made me that beautiful.
Me and the beautiful Rosemarie.
Rose’s mother was killed by an old boyfriend while I was
coaching her. I had no idea how to help or support anyone going through that,
but I tried. I even offered for her to live with me if she needed, but she
moved from Orlando to go live with her father in another state. I lost touch with her after that. I got
married and instantly had my own teenage daughter to look out for. Then I had
two babies within 4 years. During that
time, I got on Facebook and my sweet Rosie found me. She sent me a message
telling me how proud I would be of her (I was always proud of her) and how well
she was doing. We spoke about her coming to visit me the next time she was in Orlando,
and one night at a concert, she actually walked right past me, but I couldn’t
catch up to her in the crowd. I wish I had tried harder, because that was the
last time I saw her.
Two years ago today, Rose left this earth to be a real angel.
She was struggling with far more than I
could have imagined. I had no ideas. Her words gave a totally different story. I didn’t keep an eye on her. I didn’t reach
out to her like I should have. I didn’t try hard enough. Maybe, just maybe, if
I had been more involved, if I had been there for her, just maybe things would
be different. At least that is what I keep
telling myself.
Fortunately, as a teen when I got desperate thoughts, I felt
that I had to stay around for my family, because they needed me more than I
needed myself. Most of the “right” things I did were because I didn’t want to
disappoint anyone or cause my family any more grief than what they were already
going through. As a young adult, I was able to find some great mentors.
Wonderful ladies who I met while working. They were always there to help me to
get my head right and see what I really had going for me. But even with that support from my friends and
family, it was still a struggle to truly believe it.
There are young people out there right now, boys and girls,
young men and young women, who are going through FAR more than you will ever
see in their face or hear in their words. Please remember that no matter who
you are, your words and actions can have a tremendous effect on them. Thinking of them and letting them know that
you are “there” could mean SO much.
To all the moms reading this, we need to set an example
ourselves by first showing that who we are and what we look like is ENOUGH-
more than enough, so our daughters will see firsthand what it is like to accept
their looks, their natural skin tone. We need to teach them that no matter what
we face in this life, we are here because we are special, because we have a
purpose. We need to support them in their confidence and in their beliefs about
their worth.
Let’s teach anyone younger or older than us, that there are
things far more special about us than our looks. Let’s remind everyone that we
love them and need them here, with us. We all have a purpose to fulfill. Let’s
not interfere with our purpose by doing unhealthy things or thinking unhealthy
thoughts.
And PLEASE encourage
everyone to practice safe sun!!!
Thank you for reading this even though I went a little off
topic today.
Wonderful post! So true. We need to teach our children to love themselves and that looks fade, but true inner beauty lasts forever. RIP Rose.
ReplyDeleteThis post is so touching and so beautiful articulated. I can't imagine the grief you must have felt when you lost Rose. Please don't think that what happened is your fault. I always going on and on about how self esteem and tanning are related. But that's just because that was my experience. From reading this, I think we went through a lot of the same struggles growing up. But as you mentioned, we all have our own struggles. Ours was body image, who knows what she was going through. It's so unfortunate when a coping mechanism turns into something that's life threatening--whether it be drug abuse, cutting, anorexic, excessive tanning, etc.
ReplyDelete"There are young people out there right now, boys and girls, young men and young women, who are going through FAR more than you will ever see in their face or hear in their words. Please remember that no matter who you are, your words and actions can have a tremendous effect on them. Thinking of them and letting them know that you are “there” could mean SO much."
This paragraph is so true. Thank you for writing this-- we all need to hear it.