![]() ![]() So as my young self pondered this new perspective, it opened a whole new world for me. It threw a huge wrench into the works for me.Īgain, I was lucky to have parents that put me in situations that built my self-esteem over the course of my life, in ways that had nothing to do with my physical attributes. So when my dad suddenly dropped that bomb – that PERSONAL TASTE might have something to do with people’s choices, not just our lists of people’s positive and negative physical attributes, it hit my eleven year old self hard. We girls talked about these things often, spending hours categorizing the girls in our class and the eighth grade girls as well as all the boys, like little matchmakers deciding who was worthy of whom. There were several of us who were second-tier cute, so we decided that we all had fair chances at the cute boys in our own class. It was widely known that the other Kim and one of the Kathys were the two prettiest girls in our class, so it made sense that they scored eighth grade boyfriends. My little girl brain had been watching and observing and calculating how the boys and the girls in our class and the eighth graders were mixing and matching and who was “going out” with whom. I was all, “Blah blah blah, she likes him but he doesn’t like her, which doesn’t make sense because she’s so much prettier, but he went with the other girl anyway and all of US were like, oh my god, that’s so weird, because we all like her better than her and ALL the boys like her, so it’s crazy that he went to that other girl, blah blah blah…” My dad suddenly said: “Honey, no one is everyone’s cup of tea.” I was rattling on and on to my dad yet again, gossiping about this person and that person that he didn’t know and bless his heart, probably didn’t care about at all. I remember one particular day in seventh grade…
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