To most people, Twinkies are a part of America. Twinkies are a small packaged cake with a crème filling in the center. As the Hostess cakes make their way back on the shelf, most people are elated to see their favorite past time cakes back after being taken away.
To most people, Twinkies are a part of America. Twinkies are a small packaged cake with a crème filling in the center. As the Hostess cakes make their way back on the shelf, most people are elated to see their favorite past time cakes back after being taken away. Hearing about Twinkies making their come back does not fill me with delight and jubilation. All of a sudden I am taken back to the years in Junior High School. As if coming up to the high school wasn't scary enough, I had to endure many changes.
I went from worrying about what color crayon to use, and what game I was going to play at recess to worrying about my appearance, boys, and just trying to fit in. You're probably wondering by now what this has to do with Twinkies.
It all started in 7th grade English. "Twinkie toes!" said a boy sitting next to me, as he laughed. By then the other boys started to chime in. I admit, my toes are a little chubby. And, at first, I just took it with a grain of salt. As time past, "Twinkie toes" slowly turned into the nickname "Twinkie".
A 12 year old's self esteem is already fragile, and to hear on a daily basis boys mocking me by calling me my adopted nickname, devastated me. I became the butt of their jokes. Outwardly I took it in silence, but inwardly I was broken. It seemed like it would never end. Day after day I would come to school and have to face the whispers. The wall of hope I once had, shattered into nothing but despair. I became scared to walk into my own school.
It wasn't long before depression took a grip on my life. My room became a refuge. My reflection in the mirror turned into a monster. I loathed myself, and I became my very worst enemy. My tears seemed to fall forever, until I decided enough was enough.
I'm a good person; smart, caring, loving, and I deserved better. I knew it was time to pull myself up, and stop letting people push me down. That's the day that everything changed. It was time to stand on my two feet and allow myself to be empowered! It was time to not only stand up for myself, but for all of the others that didn't feel like they had a voice.
Once I started believing in myself, I noticed how the nicknames began to stop. All of a sudden I wasn't a vulnerable person. I became strong and willing to make changes to better myself.
Today I walk down the hallways with my head held high, full of self-assurance and ready to stand up against any adversity that may come my way.
So I guess I could say that America's quick snack could also resemble strength. Without the Twinkie, I wouldn't be strong enough to stand up, and longer be pushed down.