In the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge, there are hard challenges and easy challenges. Today's is easy:
18.A picture of your biggest insecurity
Growing up in a very small town in the South, you went to school with the same people you went to church with, did Girl Scouts with, took ballet class with, sang in the church choir with, and on and on and on. So when one girl decided to turn all the other girls against me because she didn't like me, it made for a long eighteen years. Thank God for college! And that in my graduating class only five of us went away to a four-year college. And my bête noire went to the cross-state rival. Praise the Lord!
High school. Ugh! My cousin was the fun one. My bête noire was the head cheerleader. I was the smart one. Plus, at five-ten in stocking feet, I towered over all but two boys. I also weighed in at 110 pounds soaking wet. Long and lanky. Geeky is more like it. Thank goodness I never had braces or wore glasses!
How many times did a guy from my high school ask me for a date? Zero.
How many dances did I attend where a boy asked me to dance? Zip.
Going away to college where no one knew me changed all that. There was the sorority, the fraternity where I was a little sister, the college newspaper editor who wrote a front page story about me as a way to ask me out, the month I never made it home because I had an average of five dates (with different guys) in a weekend. Yes, average.
But deep down there is still that little girl from that little town who is terrified of being alone, of not being liked. And that, my friends, is my biggest insecurity.
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