Erika Maldonado 1

My Lips Story
It was recess on a spring day of fifth grade. Boys were playing dodge ball while the girls
sat on the bench drooling. Playground supervisors, the so-called adults, pacing back and forth
lost in the universe starring at their watches. Walking from the bathroom to my classrooms
designated area to play for the day I can hear Oh man, here comes BIG LIPS, Mt. Everest is
moving, call the National Geographic people! These kids were a year older, sixth graders. Boys
were the ones that teased while girls agreed and joined in by laughing and pointing. I walk stiffer
than the Statue of Liberty wanting to be freed from this scene. Just when I cant seem to find the
strength to take one more step towards my destination I see my best friend, Elsa Garcia. She
comes to my rescue and says Erikas lips are the best. Stop hating because your lips are smaller
than your balls!!! The sixth graders are left speechless as Elsa and I walk away hand in hand.
Elsa was the shortest girl in the fifth grade at our elementary school. But here was this
midget, as she was often called, standing tall full of courage using her big girl words for her
best friend. That day was the best day ever in my childhood followed by an awesome year. I
went through sixth grade with confidence and higher self-esteem. I saw Elsa very high and
mighty as my childhood heroine.