I was born prematurely twenty some odd years ago. At birth I weighed one pound twelve ounces and was twelve inches long. I spent the first three months of my life in the hospital. I wear thick glasses due to my poor vision, I need plastic things in my shoes to somehow fix my feet. I have scars on my ankles, back right in line with the bending spot on the inside of my right elbow, and maybe in some other places too. All from being born a preemie. I also have trouble making decisions over the simplest things, I'm sure I have low self-esteem, and I really don't like being touched.
I know not all of this is due to being a preemie, but I don't know what's wrong with me. I would really like to know. I also am a "picky" eater because I make such a big deal out of the texture of food. I know that veggie are 'good for' me, but they 'taste' bad. Lettuce is healthy and stuff but I don't eat it. It feels like eating leaves, which it is, but that doesn't bother other people!
So this is my new blog to rant about my weird life.
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