Ever since I was little, I was given the title of a “good girl.” This one label dictated how I talked, acted, dressed, and interacted with people up until about six months ago. I was always so concerned with maintaining my innocence, maintaining an image of purity, and maintaining a “good girl” image. Being a good girl was enforced in the way my mom used to yank my shirts up if they showed too much cleavage, or the grades I got, how modestly I dressed, how soft-spoken and gen

Since I was about eight years old, I was always bullied. Bullied for my looks, for my brains, for being a teacher's pet, for being a “goodie goodie”. There were many times as a young teenager I struggled with this idea that you had to look a certain way, act a certain way, and hang around certain people to be considered beautiful or accepted. That idea was only magnified as I grew into the young woman I am today, and to be quite honest it is something that I struggle with to

I remember my first college label. At least the one that stuck with me the most. “Daizha, you’re not the f*ckable type. You’re more of the wife type. When a guy looks at you they see that you’re adorable, not sexy. You’re stable, cautious, safe. That’s not a bad thing though” This label stuck. I think subconsciously, everyone that you meet has a label for you. It can start as little things. “The girl with the blonde curly hair”, “the tall guy with the blue backpack”, “that on