As a kid, I was tall for my age, like really tall. The doctor predicted I'd be at least 6'. I was 5'3" at 8yrs old, 5'8" at 14. I was thin, just a tall redhead with legs and a torso for days. Because of this, I wanted to be a model. Adults told me I could and should be one. I was beautiful they told me. And had red hair, a quality many models didn't have.
Welp, then puberty hit. I remained tall but gained weight in the form of a womanly figure. Only issue was that I was 9 years old. I went from training bra to a 32B. I went from kid's clothes to juniors. I went from being a little girl [in a manner of speaking] to being hit on by 15 and 16 year old boys. It all sent me reeling. It was like a switch was turned on. Instead of feeling happy about growing into an attractive lady, I felt like shit about it. I was 9 with the body of a 14yr old teen. My self-esteem plummeted. I wanted to be invisible. I stuck out and received attention I didn't want. I changed my mind about being a model from then on out.
My profession now? I am a Certified Veterinary Technician aka animal nurse. It was a career goal I decided on later in life at age 28. I absolutely love my choice and can't see myself doing anything else.
