So-called, "Pretty" People Hurt Too.... A personal journey gone public..

To Those Who Can Relate:

“Usually, we hear the basis of overcoming low self- esteem and fear entailed as a self described shortcoming. Yet, when the so-called attractive women speak their truth along those same lines, folks look at you - like, Really?!”

I know, I know you need a certain audience to convey the issue of receiving compliments as a complaint; even when in spite of you, little to nothing comes of them. Well, here's to the audience and here's to a fresh perspective on the matter.

At first, I thought to start blogging my tale at the point of high school - back in the day when the prom was a big deal. In my case, I waited and waited to be asked and then I prayed to be asked; what could the delay be? I often muddled. Seeing, I was deemed around the school to be, "So Fine"..

Instead, let's start here: "Say My Name" so sang Destiny Child

Grammar school- is nothing like being in high school, keeping your cool is not a thing yet. Braids and jump rope, along with childhood crushes. Fun and games; then you take notice, how the boys interact with you - I noticed they call out to the girls, "Hey Vickie, call me Ann, can I get your number Kim?" Yet, when they see you-they address you- by both your names! HUH? Looking back at it. I came to realize this thing started, way earlier than prom... Oh, and by the way, I did make it to prom. Asked by a young man, who didn't attend my school - Heck! He had graduated from his all boys high school two years prior; I was grateful and scared!

The night of prom - every chance they could sneak in- nine, 9 boys, I tell you.. Pledged their interest in wanting to take me to the prom; but, was afraid to ask; so, they said. Gee, thanks, said I. The morning after, I awake scratching my head. People, we are just GETTING STARTED