When I was younger, I was skinny. Not thin. Skinny. I grew up like a weed and not out at all. I ate four breakfasts, a million snacks, a huge lunch and more snacks and then dinner. My mom would joke that I had a lumberjack’s belly. A bottomless pit was also a fave comparison. I then hit puberty. I thought my body would stay the same forever. I felt betrayed when I found hair in my armpits and would pluck them out. I denied the need for a bra and would tape my breasts to my body. I…
I was terrible at being a 16 year old girl. I really sucked at it. I hate morose, emo, mopey kids cuz I was THAT kid…. and cuz I was determined to be that kid I missed out on so much! I just wanna shake those kids. Being a teenager isn’t easy. Bullying, hormones, school pressure, the pressure to figure out your future, insecurities…you name it. It’s a tough phase. But it can be better and I made it worse. Self sabotage came easy it seems. I didn’t like to laugh at myself…or laugh. Now I smile and laugh all…