13 is one really tough age. 7th, maybe 8th grade. Afraid of interacting with girls. All different states of puberty. I remember the bullies. Ethan. One year older. Decided my “Mattel VRooom Motor” was a sissy toy. I actually agree with him now, with 45 years hindsight. Chased me with his 10-speed. Broke my sissy […]
I was born with short hair. In first grade, before my dad took me to school, he took me to get haircut, even thought my hair was short enough. When I walked in the class, some boy shouted that I looked like a boy and the whole boys laughed. I started to cry. I often […]
I was born in Zagreb, Croatia, and Venice is not so far from here, only 5 hours bus ride, so I go there from time to time as a tourist to check some new interesting art exhibitions. Some things are the same- I was dealing with trichotillomania then and I still do now, fighting the […]
Hello my name is Anna. This is a picture of me holding a picture of myself from the ninth grade. That was the most awkward time in my life. I was homeschooled every year before then. Being thrown into the public school system was an extreme change. Of course I had my share of bullies being the awkward quiet homeschooled […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]