Lesson from a shy girl

Marie A. Sutton
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

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Marie A. Sutton

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Brown girl writing, loving and living in the South

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