Growing up, like many others, I had a late growth spurt. To be honest, I was late to everything. Ugly duckling syndrome, the weirdo, you name it. I grew up in a Haitian household, so many things that my peers were into and enjoyed, I really had no idea about. For instance, basketball. I loved basketball with all my heart, my first love! The bad thing about it was when I started playing, all of my peers had at least a 5 year head start on me. I would work tirelessly just to be picked up for open runs and pick up games on the court.
I went through my whole middle school career not making the basketball team, I walked into my freshman year of highschool and didn’t make the basketball team. As you could see at a very young age I saw failure more than I would’ve liked. I stood about 5’3 – 150lbs. I was told I was too short, I wasn’t strong enough, I was chubby, I wasn’t fast enough, I sucked, I was wack, any and everything kids I thought were my friends said to me. After my freshman year I made it a point to prove everyone wrong. I emulated my mom’s work schedule to out work everyone that I knew. My mom was up at 5am, I was up at 5am. My mom did a double shift that day, I did a two a day that day. My father was a hard worker as well, but I always had a special connection with my mother. Fast forward to the summer of my senior year in college, I stand at 6’3, 180 having conversations with agents figuring out if a contract to a team in South Korea was what I was looking for.
All that to say this- I loved myself too much to listen to what other people had to say that held zero weight in my life. If you love something, never let anyone steer you away. If you have a goal, go at it like your life depended on it. I was told I was chubby, I was told I was too skinny. At the end of the day, stay true to you. Everything else is noise from people that have internal battles that they can’t quite grasp.
-Stay the course