I assumed High School would be more of the same, only worse. I heard how mean that age group could be, and it was all about how pretty and popular you were. I was now 6'1 ½" tall. My Sophomore year was more of the bullying and me wishing I was home where no one could hurt me. My mother's constant support and reminding me who I was inside, and that someday I would love being tall, was all that got me through. She told me to be proud of the height, keep my shoulders back and show everyone I was glad to be me. When you're a teenager, it isn't always easy to see beyond the mirror. As we age, it still remains a daunting task.
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