A few weeks ago, we had a company picnic. One of the activities was Kickball. I did not want to play, but I let my boss talk me into it.
So we start playing and my mouth goes dry and my palms start sweating. As ridiculous as it may seem, I suddenly feel like I'm in Junior High School again. In Junior High School I was chubby, I wore thick glasses, and had no sense of style. I sucked at team sports (I still do), I didn't fit in anywhere (also still the case), and no boy would even glance in my direction.
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| Junior High |
In moments like these, I start to wish that I were one of those girls that looks like she's been cloned from a Style magazine. Then I remember that that chubby girl I used to be was smart, funny, creative, and determined to above all else be herself, no matter what the cost. I can't let her down.
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| High School |
My High school reunion was last weekend. I took a friend of mine who wanted to hear stories from when I was in High School. One of the funniest stories (in my friend's opinion) was about the boy who sat in front of me in math. Every day he would turn around in his seat and tell me all about his life and his problems with his mom. I always had more homework because of him, but I didn't mind. One day he was talking about how he wanted to marry either a really fat girl or a really skinny girl. His friend (who incidentally was a cousin of one of my friends) said, "Like Melissa." The boy who sat in front of me said, "No, she's okay until you get to her hips." He made a shape in the air like a stick with big hips. I didn't talk to him for a month.
The reason I was telling this story was because I thought I saw him at the reunion, but I wasn't sure it was him. My friend thought that I should have gone up to him and said, "I will never marry you!" I said, "What if that wasn't him?" "That would be even funnier," said my friend, "He'd be wondering who the hell you were."
