Mine is one that may be
somewhat familiar to you.
It’s the story of a girl who never truly felt comfortable with herself. Ever since I was young, I felt isolated, like an outsider who didn’t quite fit in. At a young age I was adopted by my father, an experience that made me feel both loved and different than everyone else who came from a more traditional family. In high school, I was bullied for being Jewish, and I was never able to stand up for myself or respond with confidence.
Perhaps equally difficult was the fact that I felt that I wasn’t particularly academic, and my teachers essentially pushed me towards secretarial school or beauty school – they didn’t think I had the talent or skill to do anything else with my life. Despite the naysayers, I always had an internal voice feeling like I need to prove everyone wrong, to show them that I COULD make something of myself, even if I wasn’t at the top of my class, and even if it wasn’t easy.