[Cat32422]

I grew up poor. My mother was single (two children) and worked when I was younger and then became disabled when I was a teen. I feel that I was poor because: we lived in trailers or houses that were in bad need of repair. The kitchen cabinets would fall off the walls, etc. And we could not afford repairs. The little furniture we had was donated. The couch had holes, the mattresses had holes, everything had holes. We always lived in dangerous neigborhoods where I did not feel safe to go outside. We always ended up living next to a major road. The house always smelled like car fumes. We could not afford clothing and so the only time I got clothes was when people from my mother’s workplace would donate used clothes to us. I would usually have one pair of pants and a few shirts at a time. We never had enough food. Each day I would have no breakfast, free school lunch, and then a very small dinner. We could not afford for me to participate in extracurricular activities and we couldn’t get school supplies. I tell people I grew up poor. I tell them because I think a lot of people have this view that there are no poor people in America. I don’t think it is cool that I grew up that way. But I do think it made me a stronger person.

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Name : Cat32422, Gender : F, Race : White/Caucasian, Age : 20, City : Tampa, State : FL, Country : United States, 

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