I like to think that I am a lion-hearted girl.
I’ve been told that I am 110% bravery and 90% fearlessness.
But that is not all true, because even lions get afraid sometimes.
The day before I started my first day of middle school, I laid for hours on my bed.
I couldn’t handle the fear that was swamping me, and all my doubts that were killing me.
I went to school the next day.
And I lived.
With that knowledge, I went to school the next day. It didn’t kill me, but sometimes it sure felt like it.
An hour before I had to give my presentation to my entire class, I got nauseated.
Yet I did it.
You see, that is what makes a lion, a lion. They feel fear, and yet they conquer it.
They are able to go through fear, and not take that away in a memory.
I like to think I am a lion-hearted girl, but that doesn’t mean I am always brave.