I have a confession to make: I think I might be a freak.
It’s kind of a long story, but let’s just say that I never would have known that I am practically circus folk if I had never had a New York Times Bestseller.
Because if I hadn’t been on the Times list people never would have started telling me that I should celebrate with something nice.
And if people hadn’t convinced me that I deserved something nice I never would have gotten my heart set on a pair of diamond earrings.
And if I’d never gotten my heart set on diamond earrings I never would have gone earring shopping.
And if I’d never gone earring shopping I never would have tried on a really pretty pair of solitaire studs.
And if I’d never tried on solitaire studs I never would have had to stand in the middle of a jewelry store while my sister, the very nice saleslady (Donna), and I faced the fact that I have freakishly large lobes.
Yep. I said it. My ear lobes are freakishly large and unless you’re in the market for freakishly large earrings, that’s just…freaky.
Also, we think my earring holes are too high.
So there I am, the freaky lobe girl with the oddly placed earring holes and it’s just sad. Very, very sad.
In the end, my sister and Donna were able to convince me that there’s no shame in wearing hoops for the rest of my life, and considering that no one has ever noticed my terrible deformity before now, I should be able to cope with a careful effort toward hoops and all things dangly, I should be able to live a relatively normal life.
But still…
It’s hard here in the circus.
–Ally, the big-lobed girl