Ah, adolescence. As if emotional extremes aren’t bad enough to handle, then they throw in acne and boobs.
Our heroine started growing up – and out. All that baby chub was now migrating (for the moment…) and all of a sudden the boys who were taunting and beating her up before were nice. The attention she was getting was finally nice!
Or was it?
She was still different. Gaining confidence, she started asserting her individuality, the quirkiness… and soon found out, again, that no – this wasn’t what the masses wanted. We have all been teenagers – fitting in is what we try to do. The attention was suddenly not so nice, became unfriendly again. Who she was still wasn’t “good enough.” So, wearing baggy clothes to hide from (seemingly) negative attention, she tried to yet again melt into the background to please everyone around her: not stand out, not complain. Conform.
One day, in Grade 12, she got an opportunity to feel special – like a queen even. She entered to run for one of those “Miss Hometown City” pageants…
…even there, she had trouble following the rules. When it came to choose a sport to depict in the “Fitness Skit,” most people couldn’t believe what she chose…
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