I was born in Valparaiso, Chile amongst some of the world’s most famous beaches. My mother died when I was six-years-old, and my father was a very hard man to please. I grew up with no friends, no family on my mother’s side, and very little interaction with the rest of my family. All of […]
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 remember getting this picture taken like it was yesterday. This is the only school picture I have in which I’m wearing my glasses. I liked my glasses, but I feel like other people didn’t like them, so I would only wear them at home or when I absolutely needed to at school. I was […]
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 […]
You know what I love? That so many of you are willing to share your pictures and stories with me and to the rest of the world. The THV 11 Newsroom staff members from Little Rock, Arkansas wanted to create their very own “Awkward Years Project”. Each of them have stories from when they felt […]
“I grew up in a family of six children, five of which were girls. Being the third born, I of course got all the hand-me-downs. Hence, this awful dress. But I didn’t mind it at the time because I was a big fan of Anne of Green Gables and her love affair with “Puffed Sleeves”. Also, […]
“This photo represents the first time I ever remember feeling uncomfortable in my skin. Just a few weeks before this 7th grade school picture, I felt that godforsaken urge to cut my hair. It was long, and it was beautiful, but my mom finally relented. My mom’s regular stylist was on vacation and I was […]