I grew up making life more harder on myself even though, life is a mixture of hard and good. There are times I never believe in myself. I never did, because I thought I was nothing. And this made me think less of God. Yes! I hated God. I was holding grudges against him for making me a disability out of poliomyelitis. I was that little girl that hated the hearing of God’s name in my ears and I could shoot you if I’d had a gun when the name is been mentioned. The funny part of it, is that the same God I was hating was the same God I ran to when I got rejected, laughed at, made jest of and looked down on. I knew there was/is God, but I found it hard to let him in because, I felt if truly there is God, he wouldn’t have allowed it to happened to me at the first place. But I was wrong! Very wrong! I never accepted the fact that I am a beautiful lady. In fact, I hated that word, “beautiful” I took it as an insult because, I thought I was not beautifully upright or something like th...