Rebekah M. S.
My name is Rebekah M. S., I am soon to be nineteen, and I am -obviously- a female. There's is much I could tell you, but figure for space sake; I'll give you the short version.
Born the thirteenth of November, nineteen-ninety-two. I am the fifth of thirteen children, all born to the same parents. I have five sisters, four bothers, and the youngest three I did not have the pleasure of knowing -my mother miscarried-. I grew up in Central Florida, and three months before my fifteenth birthday; my parents moved us to Kentucky. Having survived the culture shock; I managed to fall in love with the beautiful state of Kentucky. I didn't make many friends, but got closer to my long distance best friend. Being from a large family, it's hard to feel as if you get enough attention from your parents. So, I went to some extremes to get attention; but the results weren't what I had wanted. I didn't like how it made me feel. I started to really hate myself. My friend, Amanda, did her best to encourage me. She was the one who was always there, reminding me that even if my parents didn't notice; my heavenly Father did, and He loved me. After a few years, and -failed- attempts to stop hurting myself; I had come to the conclusion that I couldn't get over this if I didn't start accepting myself. I got a job before the summer, and befriended one of my co-workers. I started to enjoy being myself, and came to be very comfortable in my own skin because my friend Jerod accepted me. We had a lot in common, and I began to realize I was falling for him. Just my luck; he felt the same for me. We've been together almost four months come November-the fourteenth-! I haven't hurt myself since deciding that the pain of seeing my body scarred is much worse than then the need to feel a sense of control.
So, I guess that's about it for me. I love my boyfriend, my job is amazing, and I wouldn't change anything about who I am for anything or anyone! My life is still being lived out, so I can't add much more just yet. I will simply end with this; I may just be one person, but I am one person with a heart full of love, a head full of dreams; and two hands that are just waiting to make something happen.