My Teen Years & Focusing On The Outside
When I turned 13, the year I figured I’d finally rule my junior high school (i.e., not be totally unpopular), my parents decided to move to Florida.
Part of me was devastated. I was leaving my close family, my amazing friends (who I’m still close with!) and the opportunity to finally be a senior.
But the other part was ecstatic. I dreamed about the magic of starting fresh.
I’d be beautiful, popular, confident. I could be anyone I wanted to be.
Not surprisingly, the reality was sobering.









