I was a dorky child. It's true, I don't care what my mom says. She is biased. I was a skinny, tall, bespecled, buck toothed child that was extremely shy. Dorky. I got better....I grew up and gained confidence, fixed my teeth, found contacts, and decided I did have things to say. It was a long hard road at times, but it made me who I am today. When I look back at pictures from my awkward years, decades, I hardly recognize that girl. Who is she? I have vague memories of her but, not many. Maybe I have covered up those memories with new, better memories....or maybe I just wasn't paying attention. Who knows....All I know is I am happy with who I am today. I am so glad I've always had a family that has stood by me through all my phases. I found this picture on my computer....probably due to my brothers efforts at some point in time. This is actually a 'non-dorky' picture of me. We all look pretty good. I used some of my newest MDS designer paper. Something that doesn...