When I was in 6th grade, a boy in my gym class made fun of me for being “fat” (I went through a chubby few years right before puberty & briefly in high school when a med made me gain weight.) He made fun of my high forehead (yeah I have a “five head” – I should probably get bangs), my big nose (I’m Italian/Portugese & it shows in my schnoz), and my “mustache” (the hairy Italian genes again – tweezers are my friend.)
About the Author
Maria wants to live in a world where cloth diapers are the norm and moms can make parenting choices without judgement. When she’s not chasing her 18, 14 and 11-year old kids around, you might find her checking out the latest gadgets, organizing something (again) or exercising in the fresh air. Read More »