I will say right here and right now, at age 12. I was not a looker. In fact, if you saw me walking down the street you would have mistaken me for a boy. I hadn't yet discovered tweezers, I wore baggy clothes, couldn't apply makeup to save my life and had a deep voice for a girl. I didn't even have my ears pierced.

But for whatever reason, this was the age I changed the most. It didn't help I had the biggest boobs in the grade and I was actually considered tall. I was also something of a bully, always picking on the girls that were unfortunately uglier than me.

So walking in the doors of the Jr. High School for the first time in my life I was worried about three things: Being "Sevey Slammed" by the 9th graders, not having any friends, and getting yelled at by teachers. I was a lowly seventh graders. The bottom of the food chain for sure. Funny, my first day of jr.high was actually the beginning of my social career.