They called me scarecrow
That really hurt my feelings
Ugly duckling me
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That’s me
At least how I was perceived
Eighth grade was tough
I wore my aunt’s 15 year ago clothes
That were modest (most important)
And we were poor
Long uncut hair, and ugly glasses
And tall,
Some thought I was a teacher
An odd duck for sure
Look up how high schoolers dressed 1967.
1967 me in my Aunt’s hand-me-downs
@Ruth
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Thank you for sharing something so personal, I remember high school being unkind.
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High school was much kinder even though I was an obvious fashion eyesore.
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I’m glad to hear that.
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Thank you for reading!
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I was an ugly duckling too. My mom bought me “Old” lady style clothes And the kids made fun of me too.
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Oy. I’m so sorry. 75% was religion.
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We have some Amish groups here in the mountains. when they come to town, I often wonder if they feel uncomfortable.
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I grew 6 inches one summer, and wound up wearing whatever Mum’s boss’s daughter was getting rid of – taller than my teacher, glasses, waiting for braces… Kids can be awful. Oddly enough, one of my favorite people in the world now was one of my tormentors then. Life – you can’t make this stuff up.
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You sure can’t make up this stuff.
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