I would wake up everyday at 5am to get ready for school praying and hoping that today would be the day I fall in love with myself. I was only 12 years old. Shame was something I never understood because I grew up in Africa; there was really nothing to be ashamed of. I loved my body, my culture, and my lifestyle. My first experience with shame was when I was 10 years old. I moved to the united states one month after my 10th birthday and I was learning to adjust to the system. While  ...