I’M A FARMER’S DAUGHTER—AND SOME PEOPLE THINK THAT
**From Farm to Classroom**
Growing up on a sweet potato farm taught me the value of hard work and early mornings. But when I earned a scholarship to a city private school, I quickly realized my rural background made me an outsider.
**The Struggle to Fit In**
On my first day, a classmate scoffed, “Do you actually live on a farm?” I endured jokes about my clothes, my accent, and even questions about whether I drove a tractor. I stayed silent, focusing on my studies while hiding where I came from.
**The Girl I Really Was**
At home, I wasn’t the punchline—I was Mele, the girl who could change a tire, handle chickens, and sell produce like a champion. But at school, I buried that part of myself to avoid ridicule.
**A Turning Point**
Everything changed at a school fundraiser. I brought six sweet potato pies made with my family’s recipe—they sold out in 20 minutes. When Izan, the school’s most popular guy, bought one for his mom, I finally saw my roots as a strength.
**Finding My Voice**
My guidance counselor told me, “This pie is your story—own it.” Inspired, I started Mele’s Roots, a mini pie business. Soon, teachers, classmates, and even event planners were placing orders. My parents and I baked weekly, and I began weaving my farm life into school projects.
**The Moment Everything Changed**
For my senior project, I showed a video of my farm—complete with muddy fields, barking dogs, and steaming pies. To my shock, the entire school applauded. Some even gave a standing ovation.
**Rooted in Pride**
I learned that hiding your past limits your future. Today, I’m not just “the farm girl”—I’m someone who stands tall in her story. My roots don’t hold me back. They’re the reason I thrive.
