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CHAPTER FIVE

As if the personal trauma wasn’t enough, I was still being ridiculed on

a regular basis by the children at school. I don’t know about where you are

from, but here in the islands, children were pretty tough on you if they didn’t like

you. On the outside, they saw this pretty, quiet girl with long hair, but

they had no idea what was eating me up on the inside. In my mind I

saw a quiet girl whose grandmother made her wear long, “granny” or

“grandma”-looking skirts to school when everyone else looked

fashionable – or so I thought; the one with the crazy mother who

didn’t want to acknowledge her, but who followed her as she walked

home from school, the one whose father was missing in action, with

no interaction (and there wouldn’t be much of that until I was well

into adulthood). I often wondered what I had done to deserve this

much dysfunction in my life but the answers never came, so I kept it

all inside at the time. On top of that, I always acknowledged my

mother, no matter what mental state she was in at the time, so the

kids at school knew that my family life was not like everyone else’s.

In today’s terms it felt like I was living out a reality show where all

eyes are on you.

At her wits end, especially after Grandfather Eric’s death, my

grandmother tried everything she could to bond with me during that

time. As I mentioned, Granny believed in tough love, and she made it

clear that she would not be cuddling me as I went through my dark

period. At first she tried to encourage me to learn to cook…no

response; then she suggested gardening…again, no response. Finally,

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one day when she was sewing, a light came on in my eyes and Mama

realized that she had found something that could hold my interest

and bring me out of my emotional coma. She herself was a great

seamstress, and she would make the skirts for my school uniform.

Yes, in the Virgin Islands and throughout many Caribbean islands, school

students wear uniforms with pleated skirts to school as a way to instil discipline

in the students. But I digress… the challenge was that while my

grandmother sewed so well, her idea of a school skirt was one that

came all the way down to my shins. Needless to say that in the late

80s this was absolutely not the fashion trend that a child wanted to

have, much less at the high school level. I mean, I was already being

teased for so much else, why add my wardrobe to the mix, right?

Essentially, once my brain wrapped itself around the art of sewing, it

was a new day for me. I recall my grandmother making me a skirt for

our choir concert and I badgered her to make it much shorter, like up

to my knees. Could I just get a little slack please? Well, the argument that

ensued resulted in my Mama telling me, “Fine, make it yourself;” and

I, with my fast mouth said, “Fine, then show me,” and the rest as

they say is history.

In that moment, Mama realized that she had found something that

made me come alive, so she provided instruction on how to sew the

pleats and put on the waistband, then gave me the creative freedom

to design my own version of the skirt. With a new-found focus on

sewing, it became a lifeline that pulled me out of a very, very dark

and depressed place. I was allowed to spend more time on the sewing

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machine but only after I had done my homework. Given that I had

“checked out” for almost an entire school year, this was major

progress and I found a healthy way to express myself and bring my

own identity to the forefront. By the end of the school year, those

same children who had tortured me or just flat out ignored me, began

to take notice of the skirts I was wearing to school. After all those

years – from elementary school to high school - the bul ying that had

sapped my spirit was over, at least for now. I had finally found

acceptance, and believe it or not, I wound up designing and sewing

their school skirts for them – for a fee, of course! Now isn’t that

something?

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