Statistics show (or I guess I think they would show since I'm not sure I have ever seen statistics on the subject) that the vast majority of us were not the cool kid in school and even if you were the cool kid you might not have known it. Who looks at themselves in the mirror in 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th grade and says, "Yes! I look GOOD!"
I certainly didn't and never was this feeling of inadequacy highlighted more than at the grade school dance. I believe times have changed but our grade school dances were themed as in 'square' or 'sock hop'. We would learn how to do these dances in gym class the months prior and then the same music plus extra would be played at the Friday night dance.
It sounded good in theory to all of the adults making these decisions but what happens to the tall girl in gym class when everyone is paired up and there are more girls than boys? Say it with me: She is forced to partner with another girl.
This is not exactly a good way to give the self confidence of an awkward pre-teen a boost.
And so you go to the dance because you don't want your parents to know how big of a loser you are (by high school I didn't care that they knew and I didn't go) and you stand along the wall with the rest of the grade schoolers - girls on one side, boys on the other with a few brave souls dancing in the middle.
This is bad enough.
But when the song turns to one that everyone knows and has been practicing in gym class and everyone runs out to partner up but you... and a few other tall girls... you can feel the tears burn in your throat and the nausea slowly wash over you.
Brutal. Absolutely brutal.
I hate it that there are still things at the age of 37 that can make me feel like that awkward middle schooler standing against the wall at the sock hop all over again.