My cheerleading team

Stallions was the name we chose to named it. We it started without a coach... we just improvised. Then, in the blink of an eye, everything had changed (you could say 'came together' or 'fell into place'). We got the best coach in the country at that time and we also won a first place championship. It couldn't have been better. Everything was in the correct place; training 4 times a week, getting chosen as (team) captain, trips with the team, new routines, more championships, my body changing, more people interested in us, a better relationship with my boyfriend (partner as well), family support and pride... I just didn't enjoy it (respect what I had) enough. It was too late when I realized how much it had filled me, too late to see its worth (keep its value), too late to figure out how unhappy I could be without it, not the right time to love it. The coach is gone, teammates are not teammates anymore, noone is interested in keeping the team together... I am not me if I'm not there in the mat, cheering people up, organizing schedules, taking bows and practicing our 2:30 minutes routine, feeling the pressure to be better everyday, challenging myself to achieve my goals, having a second family to count on. Where is all for that we fought for? Where is everything I didn't know I had until I didn't have any longer/lost it.

Daniela, this is such a strong entry. It really reflects your raw emotion very well. 

My cheerleading team

Stallions was the name we chose to named it name our team. It started without a coach... we just improvised. Then, in the blink of an eye, everything had changed. We got the best coach in the country by that time and we also won a first place championship. It couldn't be better, all was in the correct everything was falling into place: training 4 times a week, getting chosen as captain, trips with the team, new routines, more championships, my body changing, more people interested in the team, a better relationship with my boyfriend (partner as well), family support and pride... I just didn't enjoy it enough, it was too late when I realized how much it filled me, too late to see its worth, too late to figure out how unhappy I could be without it, not the right time to love this: the coach is gone, teammates are not teammates anymore, anyone no one is interested in keeping the team... I am not me if I'm not there on the mat, cheering people up, organizing schedules, making bows and practicing our 2:30 long minutes routine, feeling the pressure to be better everyday, challenging me to achieve my goals, having a second family to count on with. Where is all that for what we fought for? Where is everything I didn't know I had until I didn't have no longer.

This is very well-written. I could feel (and understand) your sadness and frustration. Very good!