Reblogged from 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.

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