I was never very popular with boys in school. I had friends that were cheerleaders, and I had other great girlfriends, but I was never asked to the Homecoming dance or to prom. As a young teenage girl, it was crushing to think that I wasn’t thin enough or pretty enough to be asked to any of those big events.
Boys weren’t nice to me in school. They made fun of me and called me cruel names because I developed earlier than most. However, these wise words of my God-fearing grandmother have always stuck with me, “Beauty is more than skin-deep.”
Looking back at those years, though, I am grateful I wasn’t popular.