Back in my glory days – also known as middle school – a terrible thing happened.
I heard through the horrible 3-way calling grapevine that one of my friends mom’s said I had a “horse-face.”
The earth shattering news hurt. It hurt bad. I found myself studying myself in the mirror asking “IS IT TRUE?”
It was. It had to be.
After that I was so embarrassed. I tried my best to hide it. It was often on the back of my mind. When I laughed or smiled big I would self consciously cover my mouth, maybe then no one else would notice.
I never told anyone because, in the rare event that they weren’t already aware of my equine features I wasn’t gonna be the one to bring it up.
For years I held on to this insecurity. People could say anything about me, but not that, please not that. It was my insult Achilles heel.
And then, one day I just got sick of caring about something so silly. I waved the white flag and said to The World
“OK. SO MAYBE I HAVE A HORSE FACE BUT SO WHAT!? HORSES ARE MAJESTIC ANIMALS! I LOVE THEM! I AM HONORED TO SHARE SUCH A RESEMBLANCE!” and then I laughed really hard and I didn’t cover my mouth even a little. And even though this exchange with The World actually only happened in my head, it felt good.
It felt fantastic.
Since I’m no longer in seventh grade it took a long time for me to hear it again. It took posting videos on a very unfiltered place called YouTube but when I read “horseface” I was really happy that I’d put that insecurity to rest because it didn’t bother me a bit.
I just smiled and took the compliment gracefully.