tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167059509279665711.post5412435873843505133..comments2023-04-02T04:57:49.877-07:00Comments on Beauty and Imperfection: FriendshipJamie Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900972397725351825noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167059509279665711.post-73698996325525552482011-01-27T11:13:36.902-08:002011-01-27T11:13:36.902-08:00This is one of my fave (maybe the fave) posts of y...This is one of my fave (maybe the fave) posts of yours. It is clear, real, personal and just 'there'. I totally relate. Even though I wasn't shy, I wasn't pretty and thought it would change my life if I only could be. I was happy in my first few years of school, but then got jaded :)<br />You are a beautiful and loyal friend; don't think otherwise. Keep on keepin' on :o) xoxophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11606682420914802635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167059509279665711.post-53929984130924938042011-01-27T07:50:31.368-08:002011-01-27T07:50:31.368-08:00The worst thing that happened to me in high school...The worst thing that happened to me in high school was being a part of the "popular" clique. I was, under my seemingly fun, funny and extraverted exterior, painfully shy and insecure. I felt like a total fraud. I wish I could go back to school( not really) and be EXTREMELY academically focused and not so worried about what people thought of me. I would tell the younger me, "these are not your people. don't worry what they think. work your ass off in school and go to the college that you want to go to. You will meet your people there." Sadly we can't go back. However, I am grateful for the lessons that my less than lovely high school years taught me.<br />Beautiful writing, Davida. Your wistfulness and longing is poignant and powerful.xoxoLa Belette Rougehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05686717070120116918noreply@blogger.com