I Thought I Was Over It Until I Saw Her Again
I Thought I Had Moved On Until My Body Said Otherwise
I still have a vivid memory from Kindergarten.
I had a teacher and her name was Mrs. Marine.
I just thought she was so fun and her class just felt different from pre-school.
But Mrs. Marine’s class was too large for one teacher, so they had to split the class, and I was one of the students who had to go.
When they told me that I had to go to Mrs. Fox’s class, I threw a fit.
I didn’t want to go.
I wanted to stay with Mrs. Marine.
Having to leave her was heartbreaking.
Not just the class, but her
Eventually, I made do and got past the trauma ( or so I thought).
The next year, Mrs. Marine transferred to a new school, and I don’t recall ever thinking much about her and that terrible experience.
Fast forward about 7 years later.
I’m in middle school, on the volleyball team.
I’m at an away game with my team and we’re practicing on the court.
I look in the stands and guess who’s there.
It’s Mrs. Marine.
I fell to my knees and started bawling my whole eyes out.
My team was looking at me like I’m absolutely crazy.
They’re trying to figure out what the hell is going on with me.
And I can’t even get the words out because I’m doing the hyperventilating ugly cry thing.
Mrs. Marine comes over and hugs me and tells me that she knew it was me, and I look the same.
Looking back, that moment taught me that we don’t get to choose what our body’s hold onto.
Much love,
Essence
