Got Friends? You could take one look at me as an 11 year-old and feel my pain. I often stood at the fence outside the school, dreading another day of torturous interaction with my classmates. I had gangly arms and legs and my too-big-tortoise-shell glasses dominated my small face. I’d stand outside the fence as …
Dare 6 – Got Friends? You could take one look at me as an 11 year-old and feel my pain. I often stood at the fence outside the school, dreading another day of torturous interaction with my classmates. My gangly arms and legs and too big tortoise-shell glasses framed my small genderless face, and I stood …
I’ve been putting off writing this for a while. I haven’t known how to talk about it. I’m not sure that I even know how to now, but I want to regardless. This is just a part of the story. SO. Here goes… Several weeks ago, I sat in an eye clinic lobby at the University of Iowa Hospital. We …
Like nearly every other secular teen girl at the time, my heart ached to be someone else. We scoped each other out and measured ourselves against what we saw. So-and-so’s long, curly, flowing, hair emulated perfection. Another’s parents’ money dressed her in the latest fashion (which the time mainly consisted of bell bottom jeans and …