That girl
In my younger days, I was not "that" girl--let's be fair I never was. Apparently, when you have the work ethic, the wit, and the grit that will rival those of the male persuasion, it does not leave many gentleman callers knocking down your door, unless they needed help halter training livestock or finishing their homework. I cannot complain much, I suppose--I was lucky enough to find some of the best and most genuine male friends through this time. To be clear, this post does not concern them in any way. Regardless, those times days were unfortunately plagued by an era of making myself be content in the background until I was gifted attention by ones that probably didn't deserve much of mine to begin with. I was too pretty to be the ugly girl but too ugly to be the pretty girl. I was good enough to flirt around with, but not much else. I was much more of a people pleaser, but I was not pleasing enough. I was good enough to hold hands with secretly, but not in public. ...