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Glad I will never go through 13 again. I feel self-conscious just thinking about it! I hated my clothes. I had to wear my hair with my bangs pulled back on top into a barrette. I was shorter than everyone else, and I had freckles. I didnt have money all the time like everyone else. Plus, i was smart. Not cool. I really wasted all the learning i could have achieved while trying to pretend i was dumb. The only kids who were nice to me were the hippie kids who did drugs. I wont go on from there but it wasn’t good. Very traumatic time. Grateful for the many lessons learned since that time. That k God my family stood by me.