tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870880778725762844.post3131414241992241069..comments2023-07-22T04:19:21.175-07:00Comments on Our Journey Begins as the Kings....: a boy named ashley.Ashley Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04357402419830731995noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870880778725762844.post-12576867087399338702010-03-19T15:59:42.230-07:002010-03-19T15:59:42.230-07:00Forgive me Mainland!!! I had EVERY intention of in...Forgive me Mainland!!! I had EVERY intention of including the link to your blog as my emotional inspiration to posting this blog! I had found that picture of myself just a few days before, and had planned on blogging about it soon and "the boy named ashley," however, once I began commenting on yours, all the emotions were fresh and it was the perfect time to blog! and so i did. =) I couldn't agree with you more that those experiences (CAN) give you a wonderfully soft heart (and score you some studly men later! *high five*)Ashley Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04357402419830731995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870880778725762844.post-54616051763736347082010-03-19T15:14:30.288-07:002010-03-19T15:14:30.288-07:00I got hit with the ugly stick when I was about ten...I got hit with the ugly stick when I was about ten years old too. Public school and puberty happened at the same time, and I was the chubby sweater girl (one sweater, every day, for a whole year)...who also had acne, greasy hair, and a ponytail. And "mom pants." And wasn't allowed to shave. And foot odor. Oh dear. :(<br /><br />I think the trick is to remember painful times and keep them as a reminder to be kind to others who are going through a patch of ugly (and I don't mean physically). You seem like a very compassionate person, and I don't doubt that a part of that is because you chose not to let these experiences make you bitter. <br /><br />Plus, we both survived the ugliness and snagged hot men! High fives to us! :)<br /><br />I love that we blogged about childhood trauma in the same week!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870880778725762844.post-63556423930478746952010-03-18T16:55:42.718-07:002010-03-18T16:55:42.718-07:00oh my gosh, i totally relate to this! i have awful...oh my gosh, i totally relate to this! i have awful club feet and by the age of eleven- braces, greasy hair, and the worst case of acne. i still have acne (really? i'm almost 30!)and last year i broke a crown (fake tooth) out of my face eating a taquito (like i don't already have issues with food!). i have to give myself daily little compliments like "your love handles are sooooo hot". <br />my daughter has helped a lot though. i started acting like a girl when she was three or four. no more beanies, i straighten my hair, no black marker on my nails, i give myself french manicures. i actually wear dresses in the summer. (i love your no fear tshirt story! i wore "bad boys club" shirts! hahahahahaha).<br />and like with your jason- it helps that the men in my life have been fairly easy on the eyes, and someone once told me "pretty people only hang out with pretty people".<br />so there.<br />and you are so cute! and you were then too. <br />ok.The Drunk Mommy Diaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17667052606327890383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870880778725762844.post-64897979400363986482010-03-18T15:18:36.206-07:002010-03-18T15:18:36.206-07:00Wow...I could "feel" this beautifully wr...Wow...I could "feel" this beautifully writen story while I was reading it.Pat Tilletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17699973774273291205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870880778725762844.post-38346486956624894882010-03-18T14:40:12.012-07:002010-03-18T14:40:12.012-07:00@Ms. Anthropy. you know, i'm not quite sure i...@Ms. Anthropy. you know, i'm not quite sure i ever outgrew the ugly.... i just made the transformation back to "girl".... =) i'd like to believe it's my heart that matters anyway. ;)<br /><br />@Bossy Betty. i agree completely.... i think about all the experiences i had as the "ugly boy," and maybe that's why i don't want people to hurt. it used to feel like the end of the world if a boy thought my sister was prettier than myself, or if someone thought i was a boy.... but you know, none of that matters now.... in fact i look back with great appreciation for those experiences. i really do. all i can remember is just feeling so bleh inside, but i look back at some of the stuff i did, and think "well, i had to have SOME kind of confidence to do stuff like that!" and in the end, i'm right where i want to be anyway.... =) <br /><br />thanks for reading, ladies. =)Ashley Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04357402419830731995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870880778725762844.post-69563152457957568222010-03-18T14:04:33.810-07:002010-03-18T14:04:33.810-07:00I look at some of my photos as a child and shudder...I look at some of my photos as a child and shudder, but hey, at some point you've got to love all the people you once were.Bossy Bettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12568355839499622409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870880778725762844.post-92215463476361560432010-03-18T13:59:55.669-07:002010-03-18T13:59:55.669-07:00*Smile
I still have some of those "No Fear&...*Smile <br />I still have some of those "No Fear" shirts, from my kids. (at least you outgrew the so called ugly, I never did... it just got worse)Ms. Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06263882972749791087noreply@blogger.com