Uncomfortably Becoming Me… I knew “they” were watching because I’ve always stood out: Preachers kid, only girl amidst all my brothers, light eyes, not short, only girl in the back row of the band– the list goes on. I remember as a middle school student when a fairly close friend ended our friendship because of one of the ways I stood out. I had gotten used to ignoring the attention by blocking out the things that made me different from the people I hung around. While I kept “going,” the scar from that pivotal moment gave me identity issues. I know I’m not alone. I see the struggles of adults all around me, that likely have roots back to early memories. Why is our first inclination, when we realize that we are different, to shrink?…
