More Than Just a Blonde

I found a new way to deal with things. Shred it. I keep, well kept, everything, grad party invites, grad school pics from friends and I had a whole shoebox full of notes that friends wrote to me during school. And I shredded it all today. Yeah it was fun going through memories, but letting those become just that, memories was better. I hold onto things and it eats away at me. Very theraputic to just get rid of it all. And the last thing I put through my shredder was a note from my first boyfriend telling me I had to write a contract promising not to tell anyone that he liked me. It was because I had buck teeth and people called me “Mrs. Ed” (after the tv show horse) and he was embarassed and afraid they would tease him. I held onto the notion that I was never pretty enough or good enough until today. And today it became a memory….