Spoiled? Daddy’s girl? you name it, I’ve been called it.
In my family I was always labeled the spoiled kid. I’m the baby of two sisters and I’m basically my dad’s Jr. Although I didn’t grow up with my dad in the house, he was very active in my life, growing up. So yes, I loved being around my dad when I got the chance to see him, and to this day that hasn’t changed. I’m a proud daddy’s girl!
I guess you can say I used my spoiled powers once or twice in my life. Ok, Ok, I’m lying, if there was a spoiled button to push it would be broken by now lol
Let’s not get it twisted, although my parents may have spoiled me just a little, my mother made sure I wasn’t rotten.
Anyway, family, on both sides, began to call me the spoiled kid. Growing up it didn’t matter to me, “hey my parents are supposed to take care of me, right?”
Since entering the adult world, I’ve done everything I can to avoid this title. I know, weird right, most girls love being spoiled, but not I! As much as I did to avoid this title, I still get called “spoiled” or like my aunt likes to say, “big baby.” So, I stopped asking my parents for things, and if something was going on with me personally I kept it to myself. I didn’t want or need anyone thinking of me as a dependent. I don’t need anyone speaking up for me or spending money on me. “Nah, I’m good.” Like I mentioned early on in ‘…But I don’t know how to adult!’ this wasn’t smart. I missed out a lot on using my resources.
This title that was placed on my life really started to bother me when some of my friends started to pick up on the fact that just maybe I’m a spoiled brat. No shade to anyone but it’s annoying when I’m asked oh did your mother help you get this, or seeing something I have and thinking its expensive (which is far from being true, thrifter for life lol ). I remember when I was younger I stayed the summer with my cousins, and when I pulled out my lotion my cousin said, “of course you have the good stuff” Huh??
Honestly I started to feel some type of way by some comments that were made about my character. So, I began pushing myself so hard just to avoid people thinking I needed someone to help me along the way. In the process of trying to get validation from others and show them, “hey I can do all these things with no help from anyone , I’m no brat!”, I guess you can say I developed the “I’m a big girl now” disease. (And yes I made that up)
If you thought I was going to end this post saying, “but now I’m 25 and I’ve broken the habit of rushing my life to prove to everyone I’m independent and I’m no longer spoiled” you thought wrong. Eh, although I wish I didn’t care so much about others opinion, I will say it has taught me to be my own superhero. Because I worked so hard to prove everyone wrong, in a way, I grew into my independence, and yes I spoil myself with no regret. I went out, found several jobs, yes several lol, moved out of my mother house, and I responsibly take care of all my needs on my time.
I look at it like this, my parents set a standard over my life, if you call that spoiled, so be it. Instead of me trying to prove myself to others that I’m finally a “big girl”, what I should have been thinking, with my head held high and my crown titled to the side, is I’m worth everything and I don’t need to apologize for it!
“It’s not what people call you, it’s what you respond to.” So, no longer do I care if people think I’m spoiled, or if what I have came from my parents. Or, oh here’s another one for you “bourgeois” ( another post coming soon on this *mean side eye*). I stopped letting others opinion about me control my life.
Until next time Cravers!
“I live for me and anyone who has a problem with that can… well, I’m sure you know how the rest of the phrase goes.” – Monic