When high school rolled around, I really started to come into my own regarding sports and excelled as a sprinter on the high school track team. I was also a pretty good soccer player, so you know I constantly worked that angle at the dinner table. Once high school, I got quite distracted by competing (and winning!) in sports that I forgot about my physical insecurities.įor instance, I had always been recognized as a skilled writer in school and that notarity began to strengthen in seventh grade. So, it wasn’t like my sister was the sole source of my insecurities. Of course I wanted to look “good” in the eyes of both my male and female peers, but I realized pretty quickly that I wasn’t keeping up with how fast other girls were developing. Girls’ bodies start to widen at the hips and shrink at the waists with boys ogling at these sudden metamorphoses. Science teaches us that girls will typically begin developing in sixth grade, and so the race through puberty starts there. All the while, I would wear leggings under my jeans to make my legs look thicker. Then she developed breasts, hips and thighs.
Within two years of that landmark, she grew taller than me. She got her period, and you guessed it: before I did. I was just doing things at my own pace - Mom even said that. My younger sister could blow a bubble before me, tie her hair in a ponytail before me, whistle before me (oh wait, I still can’t whistle). You would think having a younger sister like this would drive a girl crazy, but with constant love from my family and the ability to focus on the things I was good at, it turned all out okay. She was 12.Īfter years and years of watching my little sister beat me to about every life milestone, I guess it was finally starting to get to me.
So, there I was: nestled under the chin of my mom while my sister confidently strutted next to us at a height nearing that of my 5’8 mother. “Girls, girls,” my Mother chimed in as we crossed the street together in our beautiful, little New England town, “that’s enough.” “Yeah, well, I fit perfectly under Mom’s chin!” I retorted, wrapping my arms around my mom and fitting myself, well, perfectly under her chin. “Haha, Mikayla, I’m taller than you now!” my sister playfully jeered at me. My little sister (on the ground) and me (on the rock) a couple years before her growth spurt that would leave me the shorter, older sister.
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