New Perspective
It has taken me over a month to get the nerve to write and post this blog, because it is so revealing and personal. I know that someone needs to read this though, so I am baring my soul here. Please be kind. Growing up I was a normal sized child. I was active, but not athletic. I was the same size as all my friends until…puberty. Then my life became shrouded in self consciousness. We all know puberty is a big deal. The problem was I started going though it in the fifth grade. From then on I thought I was fat and was even told that I was fat. I was curvier than my friends and many of the other girls in school. I could never wear anything I wanted. People saw this as a license to say terrible things to me. In the fourth grade I was riding my skateboard in front of our apartment and fell on the sidewalk. My sister’s friend starting singing, “I feel the earth move under my feet.” I was mortified and went in the house. In Jr. High I hated P.E. I hated dressing out in front of all the ...