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Looking back, I knew I was popular, but I also knew I was a punchline, in some respects. I didn’t get bullied, I got patronized. An adorably spazzy cheerleader. An easy target for innocent, but incessant, teasing. An all-American overachiever who lost student council elections 3 years in a row. I wasn’t uncomfortable at parties – I’ve always been an extrovert – but I think everyone thought I was because of my omnipresence of awkwardness. My friend once compared me to a deer, stumbling around on spindly legs with wide eyes, either looking to everyone else for a plan or running away from headlights.
While we walked down the empty street, just as night began to blow through the trees, a doe and a fawn walked out from the woods. They looked our way, and didn’t run, just slowly crossed the road and continued their evening grazing. I cried, and it felt like a sign.
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