• #BeReal,  Life,  Thoughts

    Left of Center

    I remember the first time I ever heard that I was shy. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, maybe 6 or 7, and my family was at a party one of my step-aunts was hosting. There were so many adults and most were strangers. The only children were Β me and my sisters and our cousins, Katy and Leslie. Up until this point I had never been labelled as shy, but I distinctly remember my mother excusing the fact that I didn’t like strange people touching me as being shy. It stuck in my head like a deep splinter.Β From that point on I was the shy one, not because…