My family had the horrible knack of describing me to other people, right in front of me.

“She’s just shy.”

Or:

“She’s really clumsy.”

And the one that isn’t so bad:

“She’s so bright.”

Well, folks. Guess what! I became shy. I became clumsy. And damned if I’m not smart.

I became all the things my parents attributed to me as a child.

It’s become a self-fulfilled prophecy that I am still battling.

I have to tell myself I’m not really that shy anymore. I have to tell myself I’m not THAT clumsy.

But I continue to convince myself that I’m smarter than the average… whatever.

Meh.

I need a cigarette.

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