I was a gawky girl growing up. Hitting 5’6″ in 4th grade, still with a mouth full of baby teeth made for an extra long awkward phase. Now, at 6-feet-tall, I’ve embraced my stature. But I’m glad I lived through my long journey to the top (pun intended) because it made me never take myself too seriously. Not to mention, I developed a very thick skin. While some may view the word “gawky” in a negative light, I see it as a compliment. Gawky ladies are unique. They march to their own drummer. Sure, they may trip over their own giant feet while marching to said drummer, but they do it with flair! Click through to see some of my all time favorite gawky lady role models.
Profile for Margot Leitman Curry
I was in my early 20s, living in New York City and barely scraping by. Even though I was making ends meet by some combination of waiting tables/temping/focus groups, I still always had enough money to pay my rent and indulge in highly caloric, fruity martinis. Before I was on my own, my father instilled in me the importance of monitoring my money so I never overdrafted my measly bank account or bounced one of those fairy checks I was so excited to order. Keep reading »