Picture this: a tall, gawky girl made completely of elbows and knobby knees, on the sidelines during gym class, watching her classmates run back and forth on the basketball court with delight, literally bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. This is me in the sixth grade, at the height of a terrible home life where I was sexually abused and beaten into mental submission by my then-stepfather on a daily basis.
That girl, caught up in the moment and bursting with the joy of being alive, is who I was then and who I still am today.
My name is Carlene. I am an unrelenting optimist, and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
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