I had 3 pair of pants and pro wings in jr. high. Rude awakening in discovering what name brands meant.

The “comedians” came up with great material at my expense. If I had perfectly good teeth I would have smiled & laughed with them.

I’m sure it wouldn’t have been as bad if I didn’t wear thick ass non fashionable glasses.

If I had eyes in back of my head, I would have noticed the cow licks blocking my view as bulky bullies approaching to further cement their fragile egos as they huffed and puffed their dominance over my scrawny solo self.

Luckily I scraped by school, developed thick skin, got a job, new kicks, contacts, comb, shop lifting skills, & followed a program (push-ups, sit ups, and burpee’s.