Growing up I saw myself as a quiet follower. The black/odd sheep, but nevertheless, a sheep that would follow and try to fit in… but not stand out.
As I got older, in attempts to build some confidence and to attempt to make some use out of my height, I went into modelling classes. While this awkward, gangly gal was not particularly awesome at any of the things we had to do there, there was one thing in particular I was TERRIFIED of.