A Place to Start, I Guess
Reflecting So, it hasn't been as easy as I thought it would to come up with things to write about. Every subject has me double and triple checking myself, wondering if what I type will offend someone or cause someone pain. I guess that shouldn't be surprising since I have spent most of my life living for someone else. Rarely have I done things of my own volition- it has usually been to please or impress another person. My mom told me I had an ulcer at 3 years old. Why does that seem totally appropriate for me??? I had to be perfect from my earliest years. Always striving to be the smartest in the class and when I wasn't it was like I had completely failed. I was voted to be the Wise Old Owl in my elementary school play. It made me so proud that my classmates would have voted me in for that. I was pretty cute, too. The ulcer got better as I grew older because then I was more concerned with getting the boys to like me. It was replaced with eating disorders, but whatever. I ...