I would stay up all night, researching, “how to fit in” or “how to feel” normal, but nothing effective would show up. Every other girls seemed to play soccer and had straight brown hair. Two things I did not have in common with anyone. I tried soccer, tried so hard just to fit in. I knew I couldn’t change my hair but I really tried to play soccer. But when I stepped on the soccer field the other girls would stare at me like I was an alien. I never felt welcome on the soccer field, I knew I enjoyed volleyball better, but just wanted others to like me more. I would stand center field with those black soccer shorts, and my blue jersey with the face of pure embarrassment, a face of someone who did not fit. I stood there with shame in my
