My Puffyfacemoment
In primary school, awkward, legs too long, taller than all the boys, not happy. When I walked I scraped my feet along the pavement. Nine year old boys, ever the analysts and psychologists told me I did that because I wanted attention. I was a “show off”, I was an “attention pig”. I need to shut my feet up. They would taunt me until I did.
I had no shoes of my own. I wore my mother’s. They were tied on but not very effectively. I had to drag my feet to keep the shoes between my feet and the pavement.
What did I do? I kept scraping, I did well in school, I ignored them, the truth needs no defense. Even at 9 I knew that.
