I have never quite felt as though I fully fit in with everybody else. It seems as though they all know stuff that I don’t. The girls all knew when to start shaving their legs and wearing make-up. They all woke up one morning and knew how to do their hair. I still don’t know. This morning I sit in front of my mirror and run a straightener through my hair but it does not turn out like I want it to. It pokes out at odd angles. It curls in and out at different spots. I have to give up eventually. I put on the minimal amount of make-up, to make myself feel presentable to society, and start cleaning up my home.