My Life Story: Sad, But True.
I began life.. not really even supposed to be here. afterall who plans for twins.. however..after learning of the exciting news, my parents began to believe they were in fact going to produce perfect children and instead they received quite possibly the ugliest babies ever to be brought into this world... Although Genevieve wasn't particularily cute.. lets be honest she looked like Jabba the Hut, i on the other hand had a certain elemental difference hurdeling me into a league of my own..it was gross, and i like to think it hindered me in aspects such as...oh lets say RECEIVING LOVE. so i already wasnt really on a good note with the parents. i was awkward. very skinny, and my eyes were exceptionally large for my tiny head-which by the way was.. bald. cool. so i continued to develop and grow without any apparent sign of improvement or progress. it was at this point in time i was starting to grow hair..and much to my dismay i had no control over the style whatsoever. so while genevieve was given cookies..and had her hair long and ringletty..my father whipped out the scissors.. and began to carve away to create the "son he never had" Thats right. bowl cut to the extreme. it was almost legendary, mythical if you will.. the kind where you look back and think.. "did that even really happen?" but it did.. and so it continued for some eight years. "Ma'am, what a lovely girl and such a handsome little boy you have", In a desperate act to preserve whatever confidence and self-esteem i had left, my family headed to "2nd Look" to get my ears pierced. i was pumped, i mean finally something somewhat girly was being imposed upon my upper half, only to be challenged with a dim-witted "if yur like.. a boy why do u hav ur ears pierced" thanks everyone....what am i talking about. everyone loves a pale, skinny, 9 year old with glasses, an iron deficiency and a bowl cut. somehow i managed to make friends..some children had their looks to go on..while i apparently only had my loud obnoxious voice and interesting facts on animals which i so feverishly watched and memorized on the discovery channel. it was looking pretty grim i will admit.. and it couldnt POSSIBLY get worse.. right? WRONG. unfortunatly a trip to the orthodontist resulted in none other than braces.. and headgear.. I would wear my track jacket with jeans..sweatpants that were way too short for me..and the concept of socks which cut BELOW the ankle were a distant unatainable luxury but i thought they looked cool. make up, though arising on many young girls was... completely IGNORED until like the summer of grade 9. that pretty much brings me to this present day. i'm pretty positive i'm not as bad as i once was. oh wait. i forgot to mention i was pretty into crafts and.. i wore a lot of hand knit sweaters. so thats about it. i'm improving... we can only hope hahah