With all possible respect and empathy (I was the weird girl too), you’re wrong. Just because you didn’t think of yourself as brave doesn’t mean you weren’t. That feeling you describe — wistfully hoping you could fit in but persisting in the character trades that made you the weird kid — that’s what bravery feels like from the inside. You’re a badass bitch not because it was easy, but despite how hard it was. That’s awesome.