Hi everyone! My name is Hope, and I sing like
Miley Cyrus, dance like Lady Gaga, and I look prettier than Kendall Jenner. To be precise,
my mom wants me to be like that. In reality, it's even hard for me to justify my name - Hope.
From the age of five my mother forced me into various classes trying to find my talent and
make me a star. But within a few weeks of classes (surprise!), they figured out that
I wasn't that talented, and my mother pulled me from one class to another, and a month
later - another. Here is a brief list of what I did until I turned 14: dancing, music, painting,
gymnastics, singing, a little figure skating, about two months of theater, and much more.
Maybe I could have succeeded in something if my mother had just been a little more patient.
After switching between a dozen classes, my mother began to get really upset, but that
was around the time that TV programs for “talented” children came to the rescue. My mom now has
a new hope that her Hope can become a star. That even sounds weird. From that moment on,
I attended an infinite number of castings but I was turned down at "The Voice” because
I don't sing well enough. I was kicked out from "World of Dance", because I`m a terrible
dancer. And they didn't even take me to “America`s Got Talent,” because I obviously did not
have talent. At some point, I had already thought that maybe I needed to change my name
to “Hopeless.” It sounds bad, but everything would be clear right away. No expectations,
no complaints. The turning point was at one of these castings.
Honestly, I don`t even remember for what it was for. And naturally, they turned me down.
But they also said that, “She needs to go to modeling school first.” Oh, this phrase
set a fire in my mother's eyes. "Hope, this is exactly what you need!" And the very next
day I met with new people from a modeling school.
I do have to say that I did very well. Because "Wha-a-a-at? I need to walk around the stage?
Did you see what I was doing before? And now I just needed to walk properly? Ha-ha, give
me a stage, and I'll walk all over it! ” Soon, I began to participate in various beauty
contests, and I liked it. More precisely, I liked the attention I received at school
after these competitions. My mom was much more passionate about it. She was so worried
before every contest. A week before the pageant, she would get nervous. I couldn’t eat chocolate,
because “Hope, you won’t fit in your dress.” I couldn’t go for a walk, because “Hope,
you need to spend more time preparing,” and I couldn’t even communicate with friends,
because "Hope, I want to control your life even more!" Every time it was a nightmare.
A nightmare for me, and a pleasure for my mom. It was strange, because in two years
I hadn't even won a single contest. I was just a girl who “showed herself well, too.”
But after each pageant my mother was radiant with joy and for a few weeks, I could be free
of her training. Winter came and the holidays began. Oh, happy
vacation time! I could hang out with friends all day and have fun. I could, but only if
I didn`t participate in the next stupid pageant! I wanted to spend time outside, but my mother
just lost her mind! I literally couldn’t do anything! We fought, and I just ran out
of patience. My mother shouted: “This time everything is different, this is a very important
competition. They will be selecting participants for "Miss State!" So I shouted back: "It's
always different and always very important. I haven't left the house for a week! If this
is the life of a model, then I pass! Take part in this contest by yourself!” I ran
to my room and closed the door. But I was not going to just sit quietly at home. I got
dressed, opened the window, and jumped into the snowdrift that was against the house.
I was so happy to finally get out! I missed my friends so much! We were having snowball
fights, rolling downhill, making snow angels. In short - I felt like a child and I missed
that. Someone brought a big sled, and we decided to ride it down the hill together. As soon
as we started, I immediately felt like we were going too fast and we had absolutely
no way to brake. We were knocked off course and we crashed into a pole. Lifting our heads,
exchanging glances with each other, we began to laugh. Oh, that was awesome! This is adrenaline!
Let's do it again! But when I tried to get up, I felt a terrible
pain in my leg. It was as if my ankle just filled with pain and it was so strong that
I immediately began to cry. I was afraid to even look down. My friends loaded me onto
the sleigh and took me to the hospital. As we drove, there were so many thoughts in my
head that I could not even sift through all of them. The only clear thought was “the
pageant is tomorrow.” Oh, damn, I have to tell my mom about this!
At the hospital, they x-rayed my ankle, no fracture was found, but the doctor said that
I had damaged my ligaments, that my leg should be cast and that I needed to rest. Mom came
into the office at the exact moment that they were putting the cast on me. She was not just
upset, she was broken. It seemed to me that she was disappointed in life. We drove home
in silence. Mom fed me and helped me get to my room. I heard her cry later. Stupid sleighs!
Why did I have to go sledding right before the contest!
I felt guilty, and I was very ashamed. I wanted to redeem myself, and called my girlfriends
to get them to help me think of a plan. We thought and planned for a long time, in the
evening I announced to my mother: “We're going to participate in the pageant tomorrow,
end of discussion!” This revived my mom a little, but she was skeptical and more worried
about my leg. But I was unstoppable. During the night we remade my dress so that it completely
covered my legs, and we also figured out the rest of the contests.
On the day of the competition, it was first time that I had ever felt self-confident,
because I clearly knew what I was going to do. Besides, I really wanted to make my mother
happy. We thought it through: I came out during the introduction of participants without crutches,
but with the help of two guys in cool suits. It immediately drew attention to me. I was
taken to the talent competition on a sleigh, and I sang a cheerful song about winter. Isn`t
that ironic? And only on the final defile, when I put on a little black dress, did everyone
see that my leg was in a cast. How can you even look at the other participants when there's
a girl on stage on crutches? I felt like all eyes were glued on me. I was shining. Never
before I have felt so light and comfortable on stage. Then the time finally came for the
results. Unfortunately, I didn`t win the contest, but I was given the Audience Choice Award
and I received a standing ovation! I didn’t need this crown, I already felt like a queen!
It was my biggest success out of any of these contests.
After returning home, my mother and I just glowed with happiness. Then we talked and
came to a compromise. If I hadn`t run away, all this wouldn`t have happened, and today
I became “Miss Loser” again. But if my mother didn`t force me to prepare, then I
wouldn`t have been able to organize myself. We agreed to find a balance where we'll both
be happy. What did you do as a child? Was it your choice,
or did your parents make it for you? Tell us in the comments below! And be sure to share
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