I remember when I was 13 and I was really kind of getting into myself. I was really proud of growing up and being independent and able to do things on my own, and all sorts of stuff. And this is going to sound kind of nasty, but I had an ingrown hair in my thigh, right? And it was really kind of concerning me because it was just horrible.
And I remember I went to my mom and I asked her, "Mom, I got this thing on my leg and it's...aagh!" And all that kind of stuff. We were standing in the kitchen and she said "Show me." And I looked at her and I dropped my pants. I mean my pants and my underwear. I mean I just dropped them. All of the self pride and dignity that I had as a 13 year old, being proud of being independent and on my own and able to do things, went out the window when I needed help. I didn't really care that I was standing in the kitchen. I didn't care that I had dropped my pants and my underwear. I didn't care that I was showing my mom some of my most intimate parts, because I needed help. Sometimes, we get so caught up in ourselves and being proud and being boastful in who we've become and what we've done. But sometimes, we are not able to humble ourselves enough to get the help that we need. On that day, I learned a lesson. That I should never get too big or too proud not to drop my pants. |
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