
I won't go through the whole story line of the film, but I think there are some good messages in this chick flick. Appreciate who you are and what you have in life. Don't try to be something you're not. Celebrate the person you are and keep a positive image of yourself, because it only gets tougher when you're older. As adults, with women especially, it can be vicious.
I was a lot like the "young" Jennifer Garner in the movie - the 13-year-old. I hated myself. I didn't think I was smart. I didn't think I was pretty. I thought I was a terrible soccer player and a worthless musician. I focused too much on what Girls on the Run coaches call "Negative Self Talk." Basically, putting myself down at every opportunity I had. I actually believed these things I was telling myself. The few close friends I had were generally guys, which girls thought was weird. I didn't want to be me. I wanted to be anyone but myself.

If you continually put yourself down from elementary school through college, you'll have problems. Life doesn't magically change when you get out in the real world. You can't go back in time and change things. Things aren't magically better when you're 30! What you can do is start accepting and appreciating the life you were given. It's really not all that bad... even while battling dystonia.
So obviously there's a point in my writing all this. Only over the past few years have I been able to open up a little bit. A woman I work with was baffled when I'd visit contractor facilities, walking with my head down, barely making eye contact with anyone, and being too afraid to speak. I was afraid of sounding stupid. At 24 years old, inside, I was still that timid little middle schooler who disliked the person she was, despite all the good things I had in my life. At 25, I started dating my now husband, and he and his family certainly helped me to be able to open up.
That notwithstanding, I still face the same kinds of problems I did as a middle school student. Unfortunately, I'm dealing with supposedly adult women. I interact with women who think I should spend a certain amount of money on my clothes, hair, and make up. Women who can't comprehend that I'd rather wear fashionable children's clothing than spend an arm and a leg on designer petite outfits with matching shoes to go along with them. I deal with "grown ups" who don't fully understand what I go through with my health and how materialistic things have become much less important to my overall happiness.

Must say the introvert part is all me. I never felt I had any talent and am painfully shy at times. My younger brother wasn't so we were inseparable growing up. I don't like fashion, jewelry, purses, shies, etc...it isn't me! I fell into that for a short while, but it didn't last long. Great post.
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