The boys snickered as I sat there in class with my dress falling over my knees. Why, Mom, why do you make me dress like this when everyone else wears their dresses shorter than mine? Why must I be the subject of ridicule by all the boys in my class?
Shyness developed in me at a very young age. Rejection and pain were covered up by solitude, retreating into myself, and pulling away. Shame called my name!
Then in high school, I would roll up the waistband of my dress until the hem would be just to my fingertips when I put down my arm, and off I’d go into my day. I was not going to be ridiculed about the length of my dress any more!! Have you ever done anything like that when you were growing up? I’m sure I’m not the only one!
But God!!!