On why I became a blogger

So I was a fat kid… make that fat AND short.

Now imagine being a short and plump introverted 13-year old girl with unmanageably messy curls and specs, who is not good at studies AND who doesn’t have a ‘winning personality’ to make up for the ugliness or the lack of brains. The only thing I was good at was cricket quizzes (at that age, I could name the entire squad of ALL cricket teams including Kenya and Holland, RESERVE PLAYERS INCLUDED). Of course, I could also tell you who murdered who in which Agatha Christie novel or the key differences between the hard court in the U.S. Open (acrylic hard court) and the one in the Australian Open (synthetic hard court), but nobody, let alone 13-year old boys seemed to be interested in that kind of valuable information.

So the geeky boys avoided me because I was no use to their problems with thermodynamics and I was fat…

The good-looking boys avoided me because I did not have good taste in clothes and I was fat…

The popular boys avoided me because I was not exactly the life of a party and I was fat…

The talented boys avoided me because I could not sing or play an instrument and I was fat…

The fun-loving boys avoided me because I was not fun and I was fat…

So what was the fat, bespectacled little 13-year old with bad hair supposed to do, especially since she flunked Computer Science and was doomed to a life without any programming skills, i.e. the skill that separates humans from animals?
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She decided to become a blogger…