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THE GIRL NOBODY LIKED

I am the girl nobody liked. Before I went to school, I mean secondary school, I was the “perfect” little girl- well loved by her parents and family members. I was intelligent, curious and basically on top of the world. When I went to boarding school, that changed fast. Peer pressure has a way of highlighting your flaws. Or making you see “flaws” that you didn’t know you had.

For instance, I felt perfectly beautiful until one girl remarked to me that my legs were not good enough. Or until another girl told me that I didn’t have a “figure 8” like my friends. And these things and others began to deflate my ego gradually until there was barely nothing left of my self-esteem.

I thought I was cool until I discovered that I had few friends. In fact, I had remarkably noticed that my arrival at school at the beginning of each term didn’t result in lots of ululations as it did for the others.

I am that girl who totally had no swag. It was so bad that I once wore a “kito” sandal which was in vogue then and another student told me it didn’t fit me.

I was weird in every sense of the word. Quiet, withdrawn and mostly pouring in my strength and passion into my academics and writing. At some point, even my academics began to suffer. And it made a huge difference when my parents pulled me out of the school I attended at the time and took me home to attend a regular day school. My end of term results went from failure to top of the class because of this change in environment.

I was beaten by the words and actions of those who surrounded me and this greatly affected my self-esteem. I never had a chance to be truly me, just me. I didn’t stand a chance. I was not like them. I was not the most beautiful girl. I was not the girl with a boyfriend or boyfriends. I was a trying to fit in a round whole but I was square.

The more I tried to fit in, the more I sought acceptance and admiration from my peers, the more I tried to be like one of them, the more I got rejected.

And I carried this baggage from my secondary school days right into my university days. I was constantly feeling “not enough”. I was constantly “feeling inadequate”. Yes, that’s the phrase: “feeling inadequate.”

I tried to make a few friends understand but they just wouldn’t. But I met someone who completely understood me and complete accepted me. His name is Jesus.

In Him, I am enough. In Him I am completely loved, totally accepted, totally desired. In Him, I am complete. In Him, I am perfect. With Him, I can beat depression and enjoy this life fully as I was meant to do.

If you have been, an out-of-the-norm weird-do kind of person like me, this post is for you. If you have waddled through life feeling unloved and unaccepted, these words are for you. Take it from a girl who was once there. You are completely loved and accepted by Jesus. In Him you are complete.

Pour out your worries to Him in prayer. And let Him work in you and through you. He is still in the business of changing stories. And yours, my friend will not be an exception.

P.S. This post was supposed to go up yesterday but I couldn’t publish because I had issues with my eyes. Thankfully they are better now.

Do you have a story about being rejected? What was it like? Let’s talk.pre-signature-pro

25 Comments

  1. La Princesse

    This stopry is talking exactly about me apart from the fact that when peers said you are not good enough i just looked at them and laugh and say i might not be beautiful enough, i might not have the figure 8 or the perfect leg but i definately have the perfect mind, the perfect friend and moreover, a loving family, so you can go to hell for all i care.
    it hurts alot this rejection but ones you know what you want, you believe in yourself nd morepover you believe in your God and put all in his hands, you are good to go

  2. It’s their loss. I bet the tables have turned and those people are green with envy. Thank God for Jesus.

  3. Very beautiful. Always enjoy reading your posts. You are doing a wonderful job.

  4. Splendor

    Hahahaha wow . I had a superiority complex indeed. Not that I did not at times wish to be like others but way back I always encouraged myself and looked at myself better than other.
    But when I met Jesus, he broke me. He made me to start seeing others better, I learned how to appreciate others and today, I know we all are perfect and equal before God

  5. Wao! I like your story. To me I always felt the same. Intact I even had no friends while in school I had class mates with whom we did assignments and research. I could bring myself out of that inferiority complex only when I left the training school (GTTC). That was when I realised that if I could make it to this level it mean all what my mates thought of me wasn’t really important what is important is the inside; the inside beauty. Then when I met the Ancient Of Days, He gave me another version of me. I now believe so much in ‘myself in Him’. Even if I fall or fail I learn. That’s what is important to me. Stay bless.

    • Hi Ethel,

      I really love the phrase, “myself in Him”. Scripture says our lives are hid in Christ.

      “Even if I fall or fail I learn.” So true! Thanks for sharing, dear.

  6. Precious I can totally relate with this rejection, peer pressure thing. Back in my secondary school and university days my peers always made me feel like I never had enough of the trendy clothes, they would always call me ‘a pretender’ because I never followed them to any of the happening night clubs in the university but today I sincerely thank God for not giving in to those pressures. Btw, Precious I’m sorry about your eyes, I am glad you are better now.

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  7. Aww. . . I was a withdrawn teen too. Although I was good with academics, I never felt like the others who were outspoken and bold. I literally grew up at the university. Lol.

    This post is beautiful. We like you here and now!

  8. My story till date

  9. Awww
    My story is a bit similar to yours. Recently, God made me see how far He has brought me, changing me from the inside out…especially for a girl that used to have lots of negative thoughts battling in my head and my mind. Jesus is so good to us. He’s been good to me. Pulling me out of my shell and letting his love wash me and make me whole. This life I live is for Him. I pray for the grace and strength to keep living and loving on Him.
    Thanks for sharing Precious. As usual, your posts are delightful to read. Xx

    • I kept nodding in agreement as I read your comment. Look at how much you are a blessing to the people around you!
      God is the God who changes stories. He brings miracles in the mess.

  10. Thanks for sharing this with us Precious. My self esteem grew in the University but not until I found Jesus did I get that total acceptance and complete self confidence I had been lacking and looking for from childhood.
    My story is a bit similar to yours in that boarding house worsened stuff for me and it affected my grades. I just didn’t thrive in that environment.
    Thank God for Jesus.

    • Bisi, I didn’t thrive at all in my first years in boarding school. I was weak, withdrawn and weird. Thank God for all He’s done for us. He invited me to His table and I’ve been eating from there ever since.
      Thank you for sharing, dear.

  11. Lesson, what people say you are is not necessarily what you are. How you feel about yourself is what matters most. If your shoes are ugly but you like them, it does not matter what anybody thinks so long as they are safe. Ugly and happy is way better than beautiful and slutty. Besides, ugly for one person is Tinkerbell for another.

    Schools in Cameroon are tough places to be in. I went to a boarding boys school and the taunts were similar. Fortunately I am a mouthy dude. So if you talk about my ugly shoes I’ll talk about your mama. We don’t know the meaning of esteem back home. While we are moral persons, we lack a lot of altruism when it comes to emotions.

    Glad you overcame it all. Look at you now! Million dollar baby with God on her side.

    • You are so right, Gerry!
      How you feel about yourself is what matters.
      Thank God, your mouth saved you. A lot of our self-esteems were butchered by peer pressure back then and we didn’t even know it. Thanks for your comment, dear.

  12. emmanuela

    I have learned that, in the world we live in, those who are not accepted are the greatest,thank GOD you never gave up on your dream,it was a wonderful story,

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