Originally posted on the globe-trotters :
As a little girl, I would sing and sing. I can remember standing in our upstairs playroom holding the remote to my petit pink lips, belting ‘Country Roads’ in front of an audience of my teddy bears and Barbie dolls. Thinking back, I had absolutely no worries. The idea of being “self-conscious” was not one I was familiar with.
However, between the ages of 9 and 12 all of that seemed to change; I became reserved and unsure. I couldn’t tell you why, some speculated (falsely, I might add) that my parent’s abused me or that I was bullied by my fellow fifth grade classmates. A few thought it was whatever T.V. shows I was watching or that my teacher’s and sister’s weren’t supporting me. What no one seemed to understand was that it was none of those things. In fact, it was the exact opposite of all of them.
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