At first glance, my life seems all too perfect. I am 15, white, middle class, and I make good grades at school. When people look at me, those are the things that they see, and many of them conclude that I'm a preppy, little white girl who has had things handed to her.
This, however, is not the case. I'm tired of people dismissing me as something I am not, and treating me like I have no life experience. No human being on earth has had a perfect life. No matter what someone's age, race, class, sexuality, or grades are, they will not be excluded from having problems. I, for example, have had to cope with a lot in my short lifetime.
When I was born, my parents were together, and my older sisters both lived with us. This, however, did not last very long. By the time I was five, my parents were divorced, and I found out that my oldest sister wasn't biologically my sister, and she was sent to live with her real father. That is a lot of stuff for a five-year-old to deal with. During my fifth year, my mother also decided to remarry, which meant that my mother, my remaining sister, and I would move to another state. This put 3,000 miles between me and my sister, my real father, and my very close-knit family, not to mention all of my friends.
Although I was very young when this happened, I remember it extremely well, and it was a pain that I hope I'll never have to feel again. We stayed five years at my new home, constantly moving, until one year we got restless and moved to another state. That lasted just six months, and then it was back to my second home, hopefully to stay. This time we bought a house, and have stayed there for nearly five years now. In the end I wound up going to five elementary schools, and I was never really able to get settled into any of them. Since I have been here nearly five years, people assume that I've always lived here, and they don't care enough to ask me about it.
My real dad also remarried, but he stayed where he was. His wife has two kids, and I have learned to get along with them very well. It was extremely hard at first to share my dad with my step-family, because I knew that they would get more of his attention than I would since I didn't live with him and they did. After some discussions with them and with my father, I learned and accepted that he would love me no less because they were in our lives now. Bringing them into our lives was not a burden, but more of an opportunity to have and to give more love.
I know that I have a good life, and there are many people out there with many serious problems that make any problems that I have seem like kiddie stuff. However, there are also many out there that people think of as privileged, and because of this, they are treated with less respect and dignity. These people need a voice to speak out on their behalf, and make others realize that their lives are not perfect, and they do deserve respect. I hope that my story has given a few people something to consider next time they want to write someone off as privileged.