Lesson from a shy girl
Nov 1 · 2 min read
I was shy. Not just your run-of-the-mill shy, but the I-can-barely-talk-to-people-because-its-debilitating shy. Part of it is genetics ( ask my dad), the other part is the effects of being spat on by random folks with their mean jokes and insults about everything from my coffee-brown complexion to my kinky, short hair. It created in me an ultra self-consciousness. I thought everyone was looking…and pointing…and laughing.
Ironically, I also had this diametrically opposite side: a yearning to be out front. I dreamed of perhaps being a TV anchor or a newspaper editor or an actress. ( Makes no…

