I became so much more comfortable in my own skin and even with the way I look too. I know God is there in the details of my story. I was this bullied little hurt black girl who was born in Brooklyn, New York to a mother that recently graduated from college who was studying to become a nurse. My biological father died when I was about two years old. My mom was this skinny black lady from the Caribbean who wanted the best for her daughter and was always skinny until she had me. I know I can think of things I struggled with from my weight to stress even insomnia but this difficult illness didn’t steal everything from me. I was able to have insight into my illness and that made a difference. I know if I thought of losses I had of like my grandfather and my father even my uncle Johnny my grandmother’s brother died when I was 12 years old. I miss my great aunt Elaine too she died at the age of 86. I really felt closest to my great aunt Elaine but my mother’s family is full of drama and so I never talk about them. I miss my great aunt Sybil too she was 89 years old when she passed and she had a photo on her program at her funeral procession she had on these beautiful eyeglasses that her side of the family my mom’s cousins had chosen a nice photo for her funeral.
I am a Black Guyanese woman. I'm thirty nine years old. I went back to college to take Early Childhood Education classes. I want to get a second 48-credit BA degree in Early Childhood Education by 2021. I go to NJCU. I have a BA in Creative Writing from NJCU. I graduated from NJCU in August 2015. I transferred to NJCU from Mercer. I have my AA degree from Mercer in Humanities and Social Science since May 2007. I write poems, I write memoirs, I'm a blogger and I am taking a children's lit course. I love reading memoirs. I also do book reviews from time to time. My favorite poet is Emily Dickinson. I grew up in Ewing, New Jersey. I live in Princeton Junction with my parents! View all posts by TheAyeshaSite