My dad always told me that there were more important things in life other than my bad haircut, short height, annoying brothers and low-social life. He always told me it's "what you make of your own life" and "not to worry about what others thought of you". Truth be told, he was right, but try being sandwiched in between 2 boys who would constantly throw food and call their sister's ugly. I was defeated. No matter what my dad told me, I would land back face flat on the floor.
