Junior High began and I was as awkward as ever. I had gone to a private school for elementary school so when 7th grade came around, every elementary school kid made the leap to Churchill Jr. High and I felt extra isolated because I only knew my 2 neighbor friends, Summer and Amanda. On top of that, I tried my hardest to fit in wardrobe wise, but my mom had an extremely deep rooted belief that I shouldn’t conform to social norms, so she never bought me the name brand “in” clothes. I remember in 7th grade, Calvin Klein CK graphic t-shirts were the must have shirts. I begged for one! All the pretty and popular girls were wearing them and I knew if I wanted to “get noticed” I had to have a CK shirt. Christmas rolled around and on Christmas morning I had my dreams met! There in my pile of presents was my long awaited shirt, but my mom had gotten what was on sale, a giant men’s gray CK shirt. Like, night gown sized! That wasn’t stopping me. I threw it on after Christmas break, tucked it into my jeans as it awkwardly overflowed over my waistband and I headed to school. I couldn’t wait for all the friends and boys to come rolling in. Needless to say, that didn’t happen! The shirt didn’t help me with the fact that I was still incredibly shy. Read More
It was the summer after 5th grade. I was a quiet, gangly 11 year old that didn’t like attention of any kind so I tried to blend in. I was unusually tall for my age and had “developed” early. I looked like I was in 9th grade and I hated that because I stood out. I was also painfully shy. I avoided communication at all cost and I am quite certain I didn’t say a word to a boy until I was 16. Basically I was awkward.
Let me start this out by introducing myself. My name is Savanna Tate. I am an artist, a photographer, a wife and above all, I am a mother. When I was growing up, there was one goal that remained a constant for me, I knew I wanted to be a mom one day. I come from a family of 8 children. We were very close and loved to be with each other…literally a big happy family. Every Sunday at dinner we would do a big toast where we clinked glasses and said, “To a Big Happy Family.” Slightly weird in hindsight, but, big and happy nonetheless.