Cinderella’s Still Going to the Ball

Thank you for visiting “The Woman I’ve Become,” my hope is that you will find something comforting, relate-able and life-changing as you journey through all this site has prepared for you. Here is a sneak peak of my upcoming inspirational memoir.


Water running forcefully into the tub and tears streaming from my cheeks meeting the water in an emotional tributary; as the scrubber spits emerald green grass stains and sun kissed dirt from the summer onto my face, I am completely overwhelmed. Out of the five or so pairs of tennis shoes from my male cousins, I managed to find a pair that was only two sizes off. It must have been the pair from my Aunt’s youngest son. He’s only a year younger than me.

This is how I spent my night before the first day of my 8th grade year; vigorously scrubbing hand-me-down tennis shoes that my cousins used to mow the yard all summer. I wasn’t

crying because they were boys’ shoes. I was actually happy and excited about them. They were my first pair of name brand shoes. I finally had my very on pair of FILA’s. Be it as it may, I was crying because I felt perpetually trapped. It seemed to be no end to the pit that I was undeniably tumbling deeper and deeper into.

It seemed all was lost. I had nothing and I never did. How was I ever going to get out of this situation? Not even a glimmer of hope existed in me. The “normal” lives of others were such an illustrious mystery to me. Girls at school would speak about their trips to the beauty salon with their mothers, adventures to the mall and viewing new movies at the theater. All of which I had never done, seen or knew existed. Their talks sparked an undying fire inside of me to one day escape and experience for myself.

I had no wicked stepmother or stepsisters but at this place, by default, I am Cinderella. I am talented, beautiful and deserving, yet I am trapped in a cellar with no one to keep me company but my dreams. The word “Cinderella” has, by analogy, come to mean one whose attributes were unrecognized, or one who unexpectedly achieves recognition-tion or success after a period of obscurity and neglect.

This is the story of my rescue; an exhaustive account of how I overcame abuse, neglect, poverty, loneliness, isolation and beheld the fruition of my happily ever after.