I had started feeling painin January of 2009 and I was thinking that maybe I wouldn’t be able to dance again, ever. That was one of the most painful thoughts that went through my head at that time. Watching my friends rehearse for the National competition was even worse, so I decided to walk away from the dancing world for a while. Besides, I was in my sophomore year at school, and at that age, people are not the nicest.My “friends” didn’t care enough for me and some backed down completely because they couldn’t handle to “sacrifice” their lives for me. This is how I found out which ones were truly my friends and which ones weren’t.
My classroom at the time was on the third floor in the building, and my school still does not have elevators. Because of all the pain that I felt walking up and down the stairsevery time I had to go to the bathroom or to recess, I had to stop going to school. I started home schooling with individual teachers for almost each school subject. Additionally, I had to study on my own for the other subjects that I didn’t have a teacher for. I still had to take tests at school. This process was definitely hard to keep up with, but I made it through the end of my 9th grade. To myfrustration, my grades lowered, but I knew I had tried my best and hoped that the next year was going to be completely different and better.
As all this was going on, I was visiting millions of different doctors who gave me a different diagnostic each and each one tougher than the previous one. Listening to the doctors wasn’t really helping; it created in me mixed feelings of anger, sadness andhelplessness because I didn’t know exactly what I had. What I still have. I begged my mother to continue one of the various treatments a doctor had recommended, and to stop making me go for another “different opinion”. To no surprise, I spent the summer of 2009 taking care of myself, going to physical therapies and visiting doctors. I was so bored because I wasn’t doing any of the things I lovedand I missed doing them so much.
It was August of that year when I went to the movies with my family to see Julie and Julia, a movie about a woman who creates a cooking blog that had been on her mind for quite a while. It was after this that I finally decided to do what I wanted to do for a long time, start a blog. That was when I thought of all the things I liked the most that I could writeabout but nothing seemed right. It was my sister who advised me to write about what I was most passionate about: entertainment news. I knew almost nothing about blogs and computers, but still decided to start one. Why not? It wasn’t like I was doing anything else. I thought of the people who would read it, of the people who thought like me, so I decided to name it “Piensa Igual Que Yo”,(www.piensaigualqueyo.com) which means in English: Think like me.
At first, I was afraid of what everyone else would think of me writing publically about such a superficial subject such as entertainment gossip, but my family really supported me in this project that I was starting. For my first three posts I wasn’t that convinced about my blog and I even thought to drop it and go write for an already...