O Magazine!
My blog and I (and a handful of my friends) are being featured in the latest issue of O Magazine (December Issue)! On newsstands today! Get your copy today! So exciting!
Heidi
This is my photo from 8th grade. 8th grade was tough for me, especially because of something that was happening, totally out of my control. During this year, I started to have excessively sweaty hands. That might not sound like a big deal, but my hands weren’t clammy, they were actually dripping wet with sweat […]
Amanda
When I was 17-year-old, like most teenagers, I was struggling with knowing who I was and who I wanted to be. I was a “straight” girl growing up in a straight world, raised by a catholic family with seasonal catholic values – Christmas, Easter… etc. I didn’t have many boyfriends as I was typically one […]
Jeré
Growing up I was extremely quiet and very shy. I had a few friends but we were all considered “nerds”. I was made fun of all through elementary school. Called “ugly”, had my head slammed against a wall by a boy I thought was a friend, had my hair cut by girls and even had […]
Stacie
My name is Stacie, from Ikes Fork West Virginia. This is a yearbook picture of me when I was about 8 years old. The biggest thing about me was my hair. I was picked on because of my size, I was actually very tiny in grade school. Yeah, hard to see with that mane, and […]
Robbie
I was always the girl to smooth things out … The one to make the group One. The Everyman. Then I got my braces and perm, with a darkening of my hair from summer blonde. I was the same person but looked different. Literally, my friends couldn’t look at me and disowned me. I was […]
Jamie
I was in 8th grade, right in the middle of the awkward years and my mom decided to cut my hair…and kept cutting…and cutting, until it looked good, to her. My boyfriend dumped me, I got called a boy and my friends never let me live it down. Though I cringe when I see this […]
Lauryn
At the time my ‘then’ photo was taken, my parents were in the middle of a very bitter divorce and subsequent custody battle. This photo was taken at my mother’s parent’s house at Easter while I was visiting her. I remember this time in my life because it was when I first became aware of […]