I was born a tiny, hairless child, so mom had to scotch tape a bow on my head so people would know I was a girl.
Four of my children were easy to deliver, like cranking out peanuts compared to the eleven-pound, six-ounce, lead-filled half-back I gave birth to in 1994.
I was nicknamed thunder thighs when I was a cheerleader in middle school. Toe touches, stags, hurkies…jumping was my specialty. When we got fitted for uniforms, I was shocked that I had a twenty-one inch thigh, and Dolly Reilly’s waist was only two inches bigger than my leg!
I liked being the tallest girl on the squad, but sometimes I didn’t want to be on the bottom of the pyramid!
Pixie haircuts were fine if you were a fashion model in the seventies, but I got mistaken for my brother once when I was whizzing by on my bicycle and the neighbor kid said “Hi Jay”! Then when the lady at Wyatt’s Cafeteria said to me…what would you like sir? I was mortified.
When I went to a new school and the other second-graders made fun of my short hair, I vowed to wear my hair longer…at least until I got boobs.
For twenty years, I could not see eye to eye with my ex-husband…except in stature! There was not much difference in our heights, so I wasn’t able to wear high heels when we were together. I’m dusting off my stilettos now and the next time I pick out a man… I’m going for a linebacker with really big feet!