I put my dream back on the shelf and continued to live the life that I’ve become accustomed to. The life that someone made me feel I deserved. The life that society decided for me. I forgot about what I loved. “You are not worthy of any extra attention from me, you don’t have the body for it” is what my teacher would of said had she not been receiving my money every month. The psychological effects were more than enough, though so I put the dream on the cold, empty shelf and continued to live the life that was deserving of me.