Forever Fifteen
When I was fifteen years old, I wasn’t popular. I didn’t listen to the right music, I didn’t flirt with boys the right way, and I didn’t have the right friends. I didn’t get the clothes right even though I was at prep school where we all wore uniforms, because I didn’t wear the right shoes or wear expensive jewelry to make up for the fact that otherwise we looked the same.
When I was fifteen, I tried to tell myself that I didn’t care. I was too busy studying to go out to movies or concerts, and I didn’t care enough about my looks to wear make-up. Besides, all the cool guys at my school told me I had ugly legs [the very legs that now rock a short skirt and high heels like they were meant to be rocked]. I told myself that I would never be pretty like any of the popular girls, so I should concentrate on doing well in school. This obviously did not help the popularity situation.
