Anthony Trollope Quotes

My awkward stage extended well into high school.

By the time I turned 12, I was a 5-foot 10-inch social disaster. Towering over my friends was the bane of my adolescence.

To an adolescent, there is nothing in the world more embarrassing than a parent.

I remember being about 14 when I started wearing shorts and heels. I hated the attention I got. I found it overwhelming.

Stop smiling!” she ordered. “I can see you, Carter. Oh…and, uh, hullo, Walt.” The pot monster made squeaky grinding noises as it stood up straight. One clunky arm rose and tried to fix Sadie’s nonexistent hair. Leave it to Sadie to be self-conscious around boys, even when she’s made out of pots and duct tape.

I'm quite shy, so if there's a guy I like, I actually ignore him because I can't speak to him. I get all red and sweaty, and it's embarrassing.

I had just started ninth grade when I got my acne. And I had braces. I wouldn't look people in the eye. It was not a good time for me - it just killed my self-esteem. I thought when I didn't look at someone, they couldn't see my face.

I spent the first fourteen years of my life convinced that my looks were hideous. Adolescence is painful for everyone, I know, but mine was plain weird.

Adolescence is just one big walking pimple.

There was a kind of physical anarchy that dominated most of my younger life. I was always too skinny, not hairy enough, my voice jumped around. It was a thing that drove me away from towel lines in gym class.

My story wasn't one of those cliched stories of being an ugly duckling, I had a pretty good time at school. But then I think being six foot by the age of 15 meant that I couldn't help but be noticed, and that was when my physical being felt quite painful - I could not any longer walk into a room without being noticed.

I was an awkward kid.

Everyone seems to relate to the awkwardness of being a teenager, or even a 30-year-old.

Who has the best features? This was a little game, conducted several times and always with the same results, in seventh grade, the time when so many of life's little horrors begin.

I tend to be sort of quiet and shy and awkward in social situations.

I feel incredibly awkward as a human being and incredibly teenaged still.

In school, I was a beanpole with a nose I hadn't grown into.

On some level, I think everyone felt like a dork in high school.

I always thought that at the very time of your life when you want to be cool and sexy and fascinating, you are none of those things. You are a hormonal muddle in your school uniform sitting in double science looking at a boy who you know will never notice you. That was definitely me; I was so shy at school.

I grew up with people staring at me because I was such a tall, awkward girl.

Kids have awkward moments.

I was very shy and somewhat awkward. I studied too hard. And to have this exciting dorm life was a whole new thing.

Time and time again, as a boy, I was humiliated. I celebrated my first day in long pants by going to a dance where I fell sprawling on the floor, and was so ashamed that I jumped up, ran away and left my girl to get home the best way she could.

I kept hiding my smile in pictures throughout middle school and most of high school until picture day came my senior year.

The majority of teenagers don't even make eye contact with people, even people of the same age.