You Are Enough
As I walked into the large opened wooden doors in my brown skirt and cream Peter Pan collared button-up shirt, I felt so small. Why did my mother enroll us into this school? I stood about 4’ feet and not so many inches and it felt like I was engulfed by the huge space and the swarm of other students dressed in their cream tops or honor roll gold t-shirts and mostly brown-colored pants or skirts. Not only were my former school colors just better looking, but they also weren’t sad colors. I mean who wears brown bottoms on purpose? I continued walking alone at this point as my siblings and I were separated to go into the different classes. I looked in my brother's direction and noticed some of the girls wore plaid skirts. I remember thinking well, at least I could work my way up to something better looking. Finally, I made it to my class. I’ve never been shy but I’ve always been quiet and observant. I let people think I’m shy though. I found a row of 4th graders that weren’
