I was not a super cute kid, and my awkward phase lasted from second grade to sometime around my sophomore year of college. In elementary school I was chubby with scraggly blond hair. In high school I had low self-esteem and a pretty intense case of dandruff. When I was younger getting called fat and ugly was a daily occurrence, and it was very rare for anyone who wasn’t my grandmother to comment on my appearance in a positive way (and even she got her jabs in every once in awhile).
Looking back, I’m not sure if I was actually so hideous, but I certainly felt like an ugly duckling, and one thing’s for sure: the word “beautiful” never figured into my identity. It took a long time for me to finally feel like a swan. Here are a few life lessons I learned along the way… Keep reading »
