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I used to have a massive complex about having small hands and feet. These two issues should be tackled separately, I apologize.
First of all, my hands were an issue largely because of my bullying sister, Brooke. (It's ok because we're buddies now). She would invite friends over, who would eventually join her in tackling me to the ground, getting on top of me and showcasing my "baby hands," as they laughed at me and my unsuccessful struggle to get away. She did it saying they were "so cute" and such, but I hated it. My sister and I grew up a bit and refrained from such childish games, turning our maturing attention towards more civilized things such as Elephant Man Hide and Seek and the "sit on my head" game (which seems very odd now)... Um... Anyway, years later, my cool black friend (which, of course, every cool white person has) in highschool started calling me Chucky for months and I didn't know why. Finally, I asked her why and realized that she was referring to how small my baby hands were. "You' like Chucky. Scary baby doll hands."
Moving on to the feet issue. This should be prefaced with a note that all of my friends were shaving their legs at 8 and wearing big girl bras by 5. (Not really). As for me, I bought my first training bra last week and "I think it's, like, getting too small already."... Antywho, they all had at least size 7-9 feet, which was like, so cOoOoOlll, at the time. I still wore little girl's shoes. I could wear swimsuits under my clothes to make it look like I was wearing a bra (which I did) and make statements all day about how I "haven't shaved at all this week-oh my gawd" (which I also did), but I still was wearing fricking Mary Janes and jellies (in the color the women's department DIDN'T have, mind you).
I would like to say that I am very glad that I have small feet and hands now. It's no longer an issue.
Oh, just a couple piercings I don't really mind. I still haven't decided. Ahhhh!
Also, I would like to say that I have been listening to the Dances with Wolves soundtrack for the past thirty minutes... Ok, I'll admit! I was crying. Whoops. It's just so beautiful! There's something so emotional and spiritual about music, particularly music you have bonded with. There might not be any music more dear to my heart than Dances with Wolves. God, I need to see that movie again, asap.
First of all, my hands were an issue largely because of my bullying sister, Brooke. (It's ok because we're buddies now). She would invite friends over, who would eventually join her in tackling me to the ground, getting on top of me and showcasing my "baby hands," as they laughed at me and my unsuccessful struggle to get away. She did it saying they were "so cute" and such, but I hated it. My sister and I grew up a bit and refrained from such childish games, turning our maturing attention towards more civilized things such as Elephant Man Hide and Seek and the "sit on my head" game (which seems very odd now)... Um... Anyway, years later, my cool black friend (which, of course, every cool white person has) in highschool started calling me Chucky for months and I didn't know why. Finally, I asked her why and realized that she was referring to how small my baby hands were. "You' like Chucky. Scary baby doll hands."
Moving on to the feet issue. This should be prefaced with a note that all of my friends were shaving their legs at 8 and wearing big girl bras by 5. (Not really). As for me, I bought my first training bra last week and "I think it's, like, getting too small already."... Antywho, they all had at least size 7-9 feet, which was like, so cOoOoOlll, at the time. I still wore little girl's shoes. I could wear swimsuits under my clothes to make it look like I was wearing a bra (which I did) and make statements all day about how I "haven't shaved at all this week-oh my gawd" (which I also did), but I still was wearing fricking Mary Janes and jellies (in the color the women's department DIDN'T have, mind you).
I would like to say that I am very glad that I have small feet and hands now. It's no longer an issue.
Oh, just a couple piercings I don't really mind. I still haven't decided. Ahhhh!
Also, I would like to say that I have been listening to the Dances with Wolves soundtrack for the past thirty minutes... Ok, I'll admit! I was crying. Whoops. It's just so beautiful! There's something so emotional and spiritual about music, particularly music you have bonded with. There might not be any music more dear to my heart than Dances with Wolves. God, I need to see that movie again, asap.
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