I’m confessing I don’t know how to spell nubby (or gnubby or knubby or bnubby or jnubby) I just don’t know. I barely knew how to spell werewolf. I left out the e.
In 6th grade I came in third place in a spelling bee behind two 8th graders. The word I got out on? Vulture. It’s a tough word, although for the life of me I can not think of how I could possibly misspell that word. I’m sure it was just nerves.
And it really has nothing to do with what I want to say.
Last night my friend Lauren and I were talking about things we were made fun of for both recently and in the past. Considering I had two older brothers who were relentless in making fun of me and a couple of recessive genes passed on to me (thanks mom and dad!) I was teased unmercifully. At least now that I’m older people don’t do it to my face, but we all know how it goes when you’re a kid. Kids have no filters. None. Zip. They let you know what’s wrong with you.
From about the time I was in kindergarten up until probably junior or senior year of high school I was made fun of for having hairy arms. Now there’s hairy arms and there’s what I had–HAIRY ARMS. Obviously my brothers made fun of me for it but they eventually grew tired of it and found more creative ways to get me. They moved on to making fun of my nubby toes. (Seriously I don’t think I have a joint in my toes they’re so small) But not kids at school. It would be werewolf or gorilla or “why are her arms so hairy?” It hurt. It hurt everytime I would hear someone whisper something about it.
But you know what? I’m a grown-up now. I’ve learned that a Venus razor is my best friend. And everyone from the past can suck it.
Speaking of hairy women…
I’m not sure what Sadie said to Lexi–but whatever it was, was not kind.
Anything you all were made fun of for that you care to share? Just to make me feel better about myself obviously!