GROWING UP HAIRY & MUSCULAR

When I was young, I was hairy and muscular. The excessive hair (yuck) comes from being Armenian and Greek. The giant BICEPS come from GOD KNOWS WHERE. I have bigger biceps than most men. (yuck)

Thank GOD for electrolysis, otherwise I would have hung myself in grade school. Kids can be BRUTAL. Thank GOD I was muscular, because I used to beat up the kids who made fun of me. Then I'd go home and cry. I remember one time a classmate announced to everyone that I had more hair on my face than his dad. Another time, in Spanish class, the teacher asked if anyone knew the Spanish word for moustache. The boy sitting next to me said, "Why don't you ask Amy? She has one." 

When I used to ride the bus to school, there was a kid who called me "GORILLA GIRL." I hated riding the bus.

In the school cafeteria, when I was waiting in line to get a chocolate milk, a girl told me that my eyebrows looked like giant caterpillars on my forehead.

Summers were hard for me. I didn't like wearing short-sleeve shirts. I'd wear a jacket even when it was 90 degrees out. "Why are you wearing a jacket, Amy?" The kids would ask me. I would say, "I'm cold." And they would say, "Then how come you're sweating?"

At age 7, I was hairy, muscular, sweaty, and depressed. 

Today, I'm no longer hairy, but I'm still muscular. I often wonder if I was supposed to be a man. I think God put me in the wrong gender line when he made me. I forgive him, though. Being hairy and muscular made me stronger, braver, and wiser.