One night during Winter Break, I came to the realization that self pity would only hurt my situation. In order to improve my confidence, I needed to force myself out of my comfort zone. I put on my jacket and headed out the door. I kept walking until I found myself in front of a Walgreens. Walking into the store and purchasing a bottle of bright red hair dye felt like such a monumental moment …show more content…
Groaning, I ripped off my sheets and got dressed, strategically avoiding all mirrors in fear of being reminded of my horrible mistake. I slowly tiptoed down the stairs, hoping to avoid the attention of my mother, who was currently making pancakes in the kitchen. Naturally, she sensed my presence and looked up immediately. “Good Mo-” she started before realizing what she was looking at. Her expression morphed into one of horror for a few seconds before doing the last thing that I expected. To my surprise her lips started to curve upward and she let out a few chuckles. Within seconds, she was full on having a laughing fit. Obviously, as a 13 year old, I was mortified. I would have preferred to be yelled at. With each laugh, the little bit of confidence I had left slowly dissipated. When I could no longer take the ridicule, I began to bawl. My mother promptly stopped laughing and stared at me with worry and a hint of regret. “Did you think that I would be mad? Every body messes up sometimes. I'm just glad it wasn't something more permanent.” However, by that point I was simply inconsolable. My plan to stand out and make friends had failed