I used to be gangly. I was awkwardly tall with hips that did not fit my young body, and people kept saying I was pretty but fat. Yep, it was always, "oh you're so pretty but you need to lose weight." Honestly, I didn't care because I wasn't really that hung up on the way I looked.
My Mom was asked if I could be part of the Flores de Mayo where I'd be one of the queen and some evil spirit possessed her and she said yes. The result? I was one of the grumpiest queens of the night. It's a surprise they took me in twice.
This last photo is of me playing muse to a basketball team. I want to say that I remembered this moment with fondness but I didn't. It was sweaty, hot, and we walked under the blistering sun for 2 hours. Not my idea of fun.
Hahahahahaha! There. I said it.