Monday, November 23, 2009

Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy

My sister sent me a book today and I read a paragraph that sums me up in such a way that I think the author has secretly been watching me for most of my adult life.

"There was nothing I hated worse than clumps of whispering girls who got quiet when I passed. I started picking scabs off my body and, when I didn't have any, gnawing the flesh around my fingernails till I was a bleeding wreck. I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one."

The only thing missing is the scarred shoulders from picking bumps.

3 comments:

  1. I TOTALLY thought of you about the picking scabs part! So gross by the way. I still hate that word!

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  2. The Secret Life of Bees. Super easy read and all about the empowerment of women. Hells yeah!

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