When I was in junior high, I was invisible.
Or I might as well have been.
I was average height, average weight, wore braces, and had acne. I looked exactly like 95% of the girls in my class. I was unremarkable. Non-descript. Invisible.
And I didn’t even know it.
My 8th Grade Graduation Class (May, 1978)
Can you pick me out from the crowd? My kids couldn’t.
(Center of the picture – 2nd row, light pink dress, single flower)
Yes, I envied the popular girls in my class. They were pretty with nice figures and had all the cute boys buzzing around them. They’d won the genetic lottery. I hadn’t. That was that. No use crying over something you can’t have, right?
Still, I could dream.
I dreamed of my favorite teen heartthrob singling me out from the concert crowd to join him on stage, be in his television show, or become his girlfriend (didn’t we all?). It wouldn’t matter to him that I wasn’t the most popular girl in school; somehow, some way, he’d be able to see through the so-so exterior to the sweet and kind girl beneath.
Because Lord knows the boys in my class couldn’t do it.
The good looking guys rarely bothered with me. I had to settle for the 2nd string, the “average” guys the popular girls weren’t interested in. Some were smart, some were kind, some were annoying, some were complete jerks. None were charming or masterful.
Most of the popular girls were also charm-deficient. The only time they talked to me was to point out my transgressions, like flirting with a cute boy or throwing off the grading curve. When I went out for the basketball cheerleading squad and was chosen instead of one of the popular girls, she demanded a recount. Denied that, she got on the phone that night and started a smear campaign against me that landed all of us in the principal’s office where he threatened to disband the squad if we didn’t stop fighting. That was in January of 8th grade. From then until we graduated in May, I was repeatedly told that I should quit the squad, that I didn’t belong, that I was “reaching above myself,” and that I was “lucky” to be included.
I didn’t feel lucky. I felt like an outsider.
High school was a relief.
My parents sent me to an all-girls high school that I thoroughly enjoyed from Day One – mostly because none of the “mean girls” from 8th grade followed me there. I didn’t have to worry about them, boys, how I looked – heck, I could even get good grades without someone making a snide remark. I was in heaven.
Until my brother opened his mouth, that is.
It was mid-June. He’d just graduated from college, I’d just finished 9th grade. We’d seen little of him the previous 4 years, and he was now home for a while, looking for a job. As we were laughing and joking one night after dinner, he looked at me strangely, poked my belly, and said:
“Geez, Diana! If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were pregnant!”
Conversation stopped. I stared at him in disbelief.
He poked my belly again. “That’s disgusting.”
I turned and left the room as my parents hollered at him for being so rude. I went to the only room in the house with a lock- the bathroom – and did what any other 14 year old girl would do: I curled up on the floor and cried.
But not loud, sobbing cries. Oh, no. I didn’t want anyone to know that hurt as much as it did, that my brother suddenly sounded like an unfiltered version of those “mean girls” from 8th grade. I cried silently, rocking back and forth on the rug until I was exhausted and all cried out. Then I got up, washed my face, and took a good, long look at myself in the mirror.
I did look pregnant.
I have a “V” shaped body, so any extra weight accumulates in the belly, back, and face. When you see it every day, you don’t notice it. But my brother had been gone for four years. When he left, I was a skinny little kid. Now I was a chubby teen – who looked pregnant.
|Diana, Age 5
I was skinny until I was 10
|Diana, Age 14
A pubescent mess! Extra weight, hand-me-down overalls, droopy hair…
I started a diet and exercise program the next day.
By the end of June, I’d lost 5 pounds. By the end of July, another 10. By late August, I’d was down 25 pounds, to a fit 120.
Then I got my braces off. I cut my hair. I got rid of my acne.
When I went back to school that fall, my friends, classmates, and teachers didn’t recognize me.
They also didn’t treat me the same.
As crazy as it sounds, it was like I jumped from the “D” list to the “B” list overnight.
I wasn’t quite on the “A” list – it had only been a few months, after all – but it was such an obvious change that even my parents noticed. I got picked to do more things. Teachers started recommending me for stuff. I suddenly had a social life.
I was in over my head.
Maybe it was the “mean girl” memories coming back to haunt me. Maybe it was fear of the unknown. I don’t know. I just knew I didn’t want to look like a fool in new situations, so I asked my mother if I could go to a Swiss Finishing School. . .and she laughed. Until she realized none of her other kids had ever asked such a thing, and decided to look into it.
Now while an actual Swiss Finishing School wasn’t in the cards, Mother did find budget-friendly etiquette lessons…at the Wendy Ward Charm School. As in Montgomery Ward, Wendy Ward Charm School. I know, I know – not exactly the Protocol School of Washington. But it was the only resource available in Colorado Springs at the time, and it was actually pretty thorough for what it was. During the six week course I learned things like how to style my hair, apply makeup, select clothes, hold a conversation, and get in and out of a car without flashing anybody (Britney Spears could have used Wendy Ward). To graduate, we had to select an outfit from the Montgomery Ward Juniors Department, and model it in a runway show for our parents.
It was fun, informative, and gave me exactly what I needed: a little confidence.
It also gave me an edge at school.
Within months I was being assigned more leadership roles, and one of my teachers even convinced me to run for Student Council President – as a sophomore! I didn’t win, but a dozen teachers stopped me in the halls in the days after the election to tell me I had more poise than most seniors. I thought they were joking.
Junior year, I was one of six girls picked to lead our annual Dad-Daughter show. By senior year, the nuns were regularly nominating me to do all kinds of extra curricular things, like head fund raisers, submit an essay to the Daughters of the American Revolution, even be in a teen pageant. I was 2nd Runner Up in that pageant, and won “Miss Poise and Personality.”
1982 Miss T.E.E.N. Pageant
I’m 2nd from right: 2nd Runner Up and Miss Poise and Personality
That pageant lead to other pageants, as well as a short modeling career that lasted while I was in college. After appearing in a number of commercials and print ads throughout the Pikes Peak region, I was frequently recognized when I was out and about. Little kids wanted my autograph. Guys wanted my phone number. On two different occasions, hot guys singing on stage during shows singled me out in the crowd. That silly dream I’d had in junior high sort of actually came true – and it was both embarrassing and flattering at the same time.
And it all came about because my brother said I looked like I was pregnant.
Now think about that for a minute.
By the age of 14, I had accepted my “lot” in life: an invisible spot on the “D” list. I was generally happy – I didn’t like people telling me I didn’t belong or didn’t deserve things – but other than that, I was okay with it.
Until I wasn’t.
My brother called it like he saw it. He had no hidden agenda, and probably forgot about the conversation 5 minutes later.
But that comment spurred me to action like nothing else ever had. Within a year, I’d lost weight, taken etiquette lessons, and gained enough confidence to run for Student Council President. Within 5 years, I was slightly famous in my hometown of (then) 300,000.
Now you may read this and think it’s all about the weight. It’s not. These days, I can easily disguise 25 pounds with the right color and cut of clothes.
But what I can’t disguise is the feeling of accomplishment that comes from losing 25 pounds. When you set a goal, work your bum off, and reap the rewards, no one can take that away from you. No one. Same if you write a book, run a marathon, or create an award-winning recipe.
Success breed confidence. Which then leads to more success.
Employee of the Year, 1988
The Hotel Inter Continental Houston
I’m being congratulated by John Sutherland,
Regional Director of North and South America
I won $500 and a Round-Trip for 2 to San Francisco
The weight loss was the first domino. I wanted it gone, and 10 weeks later, it was. No big deal.
So when I went back to school that fall and everybody suddenly started treating me with more respect, I was completely mystified. When I realized some people were even treating me with as much deference as they did the popular girls (gasp!), I went home and stared at myself in the mirror for 20 minutes, trying to figure out what they saw that I didn’t.
The same thing my brother had: a big change.
I no longer looked like most of my classmates. I looked like a girl who was going places, so they just stepped back and let me go. It’s been fun.
Has every day been a success? Of course not! Life is full of peaks and valleys, and you have to take the good with the bad. I’ve had wonderful years and horrible years, smashing successes and abysmal failures. It’s called life.
James Best Book Signing, August, 2009
Me (on left) with JoJami Tyler of FabulousAfter40.com
and her father, actor James Best,
best known as “Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrane” on The Dukes of Hazard
But I’ve never again been treated as badly as I was in junior high. Yes, part of it was the age – almost everyone has a “mean girl” tale to tell from junior or senior high. But in the 30+ years since, the snide remarks have been few and far between. More people have opened doors for me than stood in my way. Whenever someone does come at me with a put down, I try to determine whether it’s a legitimate complaint, or if it’s coming from a “mean girl” place of insecurity.
So why am sharing this story?
Why did I go dig out old pictures and share painful memories?
To show you why I’m so passionate about helping YOU look your best. My life changed when I changed how I looked. When people started treating me better because of what they saw on the outside, it gave me the confidence on the inside to share more and more of my talents. It was literally like flipping a switch.
People are like plants: they flourish with attention. Give them light and water and room to grow, and they can take over an entire garden. But ignore them or forget to water them, and they soon shrivel and die.
Most people don’t get enough attention. They work hard, provide for their families, do everything they’re supposed to – and barely get a thank you, let alone a pat on the back. Which is why so many take the bad behavior route to fame. When they take off their clothes, cause a scene, bully others, or tragically, open fire in a school or movie theater, yes, people notice. But for all the wrong reasons.
I want people to notice YOU for all the right reasons.
You have gifts and talents to share, and we need to see them. That’s why you were put here.
But if you look like 95% of the people in your school, job, industry, or social group, it’s easy to be overlooked. If you have others telling you that you don’t belong, it’s easy to believe them. If you have relatives making mean comments, it’s easy to get hurt.
You know what’s even easier?
Putting it all in your past by changing how you look.
“Luck is when preparation meets opportunity,” said Oprah.
I sure got lucky once I got my act together. So have many of my clients and readers.
So can you.
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Diana Pemberton-Sikes is an author, image consultant, and fashion blogger who’s been offering fashion advice online since 2000. FashionForRealWomen.com offers the largest directory of image consulting articles on the web, and her ebooks are recommending reading at colleges, universities, and businesses all over the world.