- Posted February 26, 2011 by
Lake Forest, California
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Share your school lunch secrets
How to Pack a Cool Kid Lunch
Growing up in a small community isn't easy unless you can blend in. I stood out like a sore thumb. I had brown skin, brown eyes, and I was of foreign descent. When I cracked open my lunch box, you would catch a distinct whiff of garlic and anyone within a 2 foot radius would instantly start laughing at me. These same people are now found saying "OMG, I love Indian food" but that's a story for another day.
For a brief moment I hated life and my lunch. How I wished my Mom would pack a sandwich and some chips but then I realized most of these kids had the same meal everyday. It was either a pop-tart, PB&J, or leftovers while mine my lunch was a feast of chickpeas, lentils, curry, naan, etc. and some fruit roll ups. After my lunch, I had a satisified dreamy look on my face that no kid could match. I had made peace with my lunch and no one could touch me.
You see - I learned the art of mastering the bully. Shrug it off and don't let it affect you. It won't stop them right away but if they can't penetrate and break you down, they move on to the next unfortunate soul and soon you become the cool kid or just another kid that blends in and gets a nod once in a while. Either way, I was fine with whatever end of the spectrum I landed on as long as I wasn't being picked on but I ruled the cafeteria. The garlic no longer bothered anyone. People sat at my table just to see what my Mom had packed in my lunch. Life after that was great.