
but i once was.
in junior high i was sooo josie grossie. i had nothing going for me. bad hair: check. braces: check. glasses: check. baby fat: check. questionable hygiene: check. few friends: double check.
maybe some of you (all 4 of you) reading this have seen never been kissed and thought, things aren't really that bad. people don't really do those things. think again. if you were treated like this yourself, let me know and we can compare notes. if you treated someone like this, shame on you. here is just a sampling:
having the nicknames dead grass (which evolved into), weedwacker - because of my frizzle frazzle hair
every boy in the class tossing little paper wads into my hair because it would stick
having a phone relationship with a boy for weeks only to find out that it was 2 girls in my class prank calling me - and everyone knew
being elected class president, but then the class is convinced by a cool guy that they should impeach me
having a particularly gifted artist render a drawing of me simpson's-style. very unflattering
being allowed to select our own seats in a class based on gpa. i was first, and then no one sat within a 6 foot radius of me by the end of it
being asked (in a mocking way) by a very large mean girl why my teeth were yellow - do you see the irony?
being ambushed by a gang of boys and totally covered in shaving cream. it was supposed to be an initiation for our new youth pastor. we were given cans of gillette and told to get him, but they surrounded me, and i became stay puft. surprisingly not as fun as it sounds
going to a new school (new start, right?) and having the amazon twins shove me in a shower in the locker room. yeah, and the water was on. and cold
high school past with me being neither popular or unpopular - i simply did not exist.
my renaissance came when i went to college (albeit a concentration camp with the barbed wire pointed in) and was blessed with a few of the best friends a girl could have. and in a nonconformist sort of way, we were popular. i was popular! swarms of guys around us like flies on a carcass. granted, i never dated any of them.
but tink did. love you!!
i'm not josie grossie anymore.
i'm not josie grossie anymore.
i'm not josie grossie anymore!