My story of my awkward years: Today, if you asked me if I was the subject of bullying in the 10th grade I would say no. God made me sturdy in confidence and oblivious to my peers social cues. 15 years of not knowing how to eat well made me stand at 5’5″ and weigh […]
This picture was taken when I was in the 5th grade. I was always the new kid, we moved a lot—I went to 5 different schools for elementary school alone. 5th grade through junior high was the hardest, I had a retainer and my teeth were a mess, in 6th grade I had a terrible […]
As a child, I was a tomboy. Whenever people would pick on me for my weight/looks I would beat them up (even though, I was for the most part, pretty passive). I was very shy and never fit in. As the years went by, I gained much more confidence and realized – those that put you […]
The summer between 2nd and 3rd grade my family moved to New Canaan, Connecticut. I had really thick hair and my Mom couldn’t get it to stay curled so she decided to perm it. It was a very tight perm and I ended up with hair shaped like a triangle. New school plus the hair […]
I found this picture recently and laughed out loud, reminded of how awkward of a kid I was. And by “kid” I mean baby/infant/child/tween/teen. All of the above. Born pigeon-toed and cross-eyed, I literally came out of the womb destined for awkwardness. Yet, somehow I turned out ok I think. This was me in the […]
My awkward years were from fourth grade through the middle of eighth. I remember feeling pretty sad through the first half my eight grade year. What a hard age! You’re struggling to find out who you are, what makes you feel comfortable, what your identity is and going to be. I had a sense of […]
This picture was taken during my senior prom in Dallas, Texas with my boyfriend Craig in 1992. I was 17 and thought I was punk rock by shaving my head and wearing platform heels because I wanted to stand out. Which I am sure I did. My mother was so mad at me for doing […]
My picture is me in 6th grade, 11 years old, I had braces and was trying to do the “no bang” style with my big old forehead. I have had bangs ever since. At the time we were living in Raymond, Washington, a small town on the coast of Washington State. My parents moved from Logan, […]