Hi! My name is Ann, and I want to tell the story about how you can make your dream come true, when everyone is against you. I was born into an ordinary family. We weren’t very rich, but at least we had enough money to buy food. My parents worked from dawn till dusk. Dad was a good specialist, a fitter. Mom was just a shop assistant. It seemed that all people lived like this – saved money from the salary to go on vacation, ate ordinary food and lived quite happily. But my dad drank too much, and most of the money was spent on alcoholic drinks.
I had almost no friends at school. Because of constant scarcity of money and inattention of parents, I used to wear old things, I had no fashionable toys, beautiful notebooks and stylish backpacks – I wore out my mother’s bag, since I didn’t want to carry textbooks in my hands.
Somehow, my mother saved up money and bought a simple computer as a gift for my fourteenth birthday. And the desire, which was so simple but not defined yet, turned into a goal. I was surfing the Internet and saw girls like me.
Having understood what I need to do, I got a side job. Well, I wanted to become a blogger, and I had to shoot my ideas with something, but I didn’t even have a phone. So, the first step on the way to my dream was so specific. Of course, the only job I could get was the distribution of flyers, but they paid me relatively well, as for a schoolgirl. And it didn’t interfere with my studying. Therefore, in all weathers, I stood with a pile of advertisements in my hands and imagined that very soon I would be one step closer to the goal. In fact, it took me six months to buy the simplest smartphone. And finally, the cherished camera was in my hands, but it wasn’t clear, what should be done next.
I had to shoot videos at home. My parents weren’t very impressed with my new occupation. My father swore terribly, sometimes he even hit me. My mother just said that this was nonsense for those who had a lot of money or a rich sponsor. I didn’t want to do anything with such a mindset at all. Besides, when you have bruises all over the half of your face, you don’t have that much to shoot. I was shooting once, and my father took my phone and tried to throw it out of the window. I couldn’t stand it. Miraculously, I managed to grab the mobile phone from his hands and ran away from home.
I lived at my friend’s house for a while, put on her dresses from time to time and made photos for Instagram. And unexpectedly, even for me, such photos attracted new followers! Then, I began to walk around the malls and take photos in the fitting rooms, chose images, made up fashionable combinations. It was good that you could always tell shop assistants that you were waiting for your mother or that the photo was for the same mom to approve the purchase. Gradually, the number of my followers on Instagram was increasing, and I was studying photo editors. And then there was the Eiffel Tower in Paris or the beaches of Thailand on the background of my photos. Of course, I knew perfectly well that this was Photoshop, but such a small deception brought me even more popularity and a large travel agency first paid me for advertising. It wasn’t a lot of money, but the main thing was that things were happening! It was a mega-success for me!
To tell the truth, I lost almost all my friends after I got my first success. Two of my friends turned their back on me, claiming that this was nonsense and something right should be done. Nevertheless, I could clearly understand that they were simply jealous. But why were they jealous? Was it the fact that I succeeded at least in something? I couldn’t understand it, and as a result, I was left alone. It really hurt, but I had my Goal. Life became tougher at that time, because I had to live somewhere and eat something. All my modest earnings were spent on a rented room and instant noodles. But I just couldn’t give up. My Instagram profile was slowly becoming more popular, there were regular advertisement orders, and I finally rushed to study YouTube.
Recently, I turned sixteen. I have my own popular blog about tourism and fashion, a small but constantly growing audience on my own channel and complete independence from others. The other day, they shot me in advertising, nothing special, but this is TV, which means another step towards my dream of becoming an actress. I don’t need money anymore and fully provide for myself. I even flew to Paris, to the Eiffel Tower, for real. Yes, it was very hard, but I did it, although nobody believed in me.
And you know what? If you have a dream – don’t listen to anyone, develop a plan and follow it. Comment and tell us, if you’ve ever come across misunderstanding of the loved ones to what you do. Write about your dreams and let’s support each other, because it can be very difficult to follow your dreams alone.
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