So let's be honest. I had ...
braces (for 6 whole years),
glasses/contacts (thanks for contacts Mom & Dad - saved from humiliation of the wretched purple glasses)
a broken leg (walking cast - way less cool than crutches)
bangs (not cute side bangs, but full on bangs)
and
my ENTIRE family was at my school, all day, every day (that was good when I forgot lunch money, but other than that, I could have used a little space : ).
But overall, I had good friends and was someone I could like and was confident in that.
What more can a 13 year old girl ask for?
So, yeah, its not actually being 13 that I miss, its the confidence that I knew who I was, and at that time what my purpose was and I was good at it.
Maybe one of these days I will figure that out again, but until then, I will have confidence that Jesus knows who I am and what my purpose is.
Not something I am good at necessarily -
but something to work for (ie. a purpose).