I have usually been pretty satisfied with myself and I haven't felt too insecure until one bright, sunny, summer day of my seventh grade year. Everything turned around in a flash, and to my surprise I didn't know the worst was yet to come. Even though I knew that God had made me the way I was for a reason I had a hard time believing in myself.
I had liked this boy in my grade for a while, but only from a distance. He went to the Catholic school in Wells, and I went to the public school in Wells. Finally the last day of seventh grade had come and I was excited to be on summer break. …
