In Junior High I was proud
of being flat chested because gym was still fun for me and I
didn't have to worry like all of my friends who
complained about how it was no more fun because it hurt to
run. I was proud of my height because it made me stand out enough
that people thought I was some special person for just growing
early. I was proud of my frizzy hair because it reminded me of a
fun book character from a series I used to love, Pippi
Longstocking, I was also proud of my red hair because of that. I
was proud when I had to start shaveing and got my first pimple
because it ment I was growing up. I was proud of my eye color
because they were a little bit blueish. I was proud of my
personality because everyone loved me and said I was a great
friend. I was proud of my smile and laugh because they were
contagious. I was proud of my mismatched clothes and crazy
knee high socks because I had all the colors of the rainbow on me
and rainbows were happy and was I. I was a stupid kid to think
that I would be proud of these things for the rest of my
life.
