The first weeks of my time at SJCF was a whirlwind. Learning how to adapt to a new home and lifestyle is always challenging, but especially for a four-year-old. Kaylee and Megan guided me through everything I faced. I first encountered bullies during free-time around the TV, the showers, getting places, and basically anywhere. I picked up on it after some time, but there were my guide dogs. The only person that I connected with besides them was my counselor, Ms. Haleigh. She didn't need me to talk often, which I appreciated. She just wanted the best for me and helped me with anything emotionally. I had my group of people, and they were always there for me, even in the hard times.
I've learned that by spending enormous amounts of time on social media platforms such as Instagram that there's about every account you can think of—for better or for worse. Take me, for example! I love anything Disney and I'm sure almost everyone knows of the large amount of Disney-themed Instagram accounts. I adore seeing all of the adorable outfits people wear to the parks, the infamous "Instagram walls" of the parks, and the incredible Disney photography! My personal favorite would have to be the many Disney-inspired product pages. As hard as it was to narrow down, I compiled a short list of my favorite Instagram small shops that are on my wish list!
From the moment I stepped into the Sullivan Juvenile Correctional Facility, my life took a different trail than I had ever imagined. I was robbed of so many childhood experiences. My first day of school, playing in the snow, Christmas mornings, and much more. As far as I knew, my dad was in some maximum security death row. My step-mom, Claire, was in Georgia somewhere in a prison. Robbie was in another juvenile facility in the middle of nowhere. I was only four years old and deserted. The lady who had been with me since my arrival, who I later identified as Miss Olivia, directed me to my new room, which I'd be staying in for the rest of my time there. We climbed up the stairs to the second floor and followed the hallway down the corridor D. The hallways were a very pale yellow and quite wide. We soon approached room B028, my room. She unlocked the door and opened it for me.
The sound of clanging bars, angry whispers, and grunts replaced the sound of my parents' voices. Most children have their first memories being a trip to Grandma's house or jumping off the diving board for the first time. In my case, that was the illustration of me, my 12-year-old half-brother, my stepmom, and my dad in a van speeding down the street with the sounds of sirens echoing in the distance.
When I was younger, my mom used to make me throw my old clothes that were too big or small for me anymore in a trash bag. She'd take our enormous collections that we gathered to the local Goodwill store and donate them. We didn't really care where the clothes went or what happened to them—it just served as a place to dispose of the unwanted clothes. My mom did this annually and we moved through lots of clothes.
When you first enter the tremendous world of makeup, it can be quite overwhelming. What do you do first? What should you buy? Well, I'm here to help that process come a lot easier.