Secret Diary Unlocked: My Struggle to Like Me
By Suzy Weibel and Dannah Gresh
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As part of the Pure Freedom ministry of Dannah Gresh, Suzy Weibel has read her diary entries to 'tween and teen girls all over the world. When she does, something deep and freeing happens: they totally identify with her seventh grade diary of self-disclosure and self-deprecation, and come away trusting what Suzy found. Suzy Weibel is funny, yet thoughtful, and represents the sporty side of girlhood. The book itself is a feast to the eyes and catches the essence of a girl's struggle to like herself.
Suzy Weibel
Suzy Weibel has spent sixteen years in ministry with her husband, Jonathan, mentoring middle school- through college-aged girls, as well as mentoring and training youth and small group leaders. One of those girls was Stephanie Smith. July 2007 will mark the release date for Suzy’s first book, My Struggle to Like Me: A Teenager’s Secret Diary Unlocked (Moody Publishers).
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Secret Diary Unlocked - Suzy Weibel
THE YEAR WAS 1979. As far as 13-year-old girls go, this really should have been what they call a banner year
—one of the best. I had been at this same school for six years now. I knew the ins and outs, I was fairly popular, I earned good grades, I was always one of the first chosen for teams at recess. My family vacations in 1979 included trips to Israel and Egypt as well as the Caribbean island of Grand Cayman. What was not to love?
Me. I was not to love.
My hair was curly and never cut right. I couldn’t wear it long like all of my friends because it would frizz out and I’d end up looking like Bozo the Clown. I wore it in pigtails in second and third grade, but a mature fourth grader can’t really do that. Besides, Maureen Butler had thought for two full years that I was an Indian princess. I didn’t want to be an Indian princess. So by middle school, my hair was really out there
—like Lisa Simpson, but not so neatly drawn.
One of my nicknames was Piranha,
given to me by a guy whose nickname was Carrot Top.
His nickname came, of course, from the fact that he had a shock of red hair. Mine was due to the fact that the only thing more noticeable than the huge space between my two front teeth was the fact that I was missing the next two required teeth in a full set (called the incisors—I know this because my dad was a dentist), but I had been blessed with two very pronounced canine teeth, razor sharp, one on each side of my mouth. Perhaps I exaggerate that a bit, but when a 13-year-old girl is dying to make an impression on the guys, this is not what she wants to see when she smiles at herself in the mirror.
Shopping for clothes was a nightmare. I hated it. I was constantly between sizes and had the kind of figure that wasn’t really even a shape at all. I was the kind of girl that sales ladies would smile at kindly and say, You know, Dearie, vertical stripes are much more flattering. Ever try black? It’s a very slimming color.
Even when I was a junior in college and making, I thought, a nice impression on a very cute scuba diving instructor, he brought home the truth I had lived with for so many years when he said (to my mother of all people), She’ll be a very pretty woman when she loses some of that baby flat.
I think that was supposed to be a compliment.
The reason I was one of the first chosen for teams at recess is because I was fairly athletic, but not much of a threat to the guys in the girlfriend department. I was like a sister, they told me. I was also picked first for square dancing. See, if they picked the cute girls, those girls might get the wrong idea … or the right idea. Either one was embarrassing for the boys. And they couldn’t pick the outcasts
for obvious reasons. So I was the best choice. Somehow this didn’t make me feel any better.
I was forever doing stupid things. On the infamous Israel/Egypt trip my tour group was dining at a restaurant in Old Jerusalem when I decided I needed to visit the little girls’ room. My memory of this event may be a bit muddled by time, but this is the chain of events as I recall them: There were no other 13-year-old girls (or even 11-year-olds or a 15-year-old) to accompany me to the bathroom, leaving me to attempt this adventure all alone. This was uncomfortable territory to begin with—having to go it alone—but to make matters worse, the signs on the bathroom doors were not accompanied by any courtesy English.
I don’t know about you, but my Hebrew is a little shaky. In America this would not pose too great a problem—we’d simply look at the picture on the bathroom door. I think you could do this in most European countries as well. However, in Jerusalem they must have really wished to preserve the Old World feel, because I insist to this day that both doors had pictures of people with robes on … dresses as far as I could tell. I went in one and began to do my business, wondering as I entered if all ladies’ rooms in Israel had such funny-looking toilets. Before long I was not the only one in the bathroom. Someone in the stall next to me was—now this was odd—pointing his feet in the wrong direction, and they were big feet, too. In a blind rush I grabbed my purse and flew out of that bathroom so fast … So fast that I did not realize until returning to the table that I had grabbed, in fact, an extra roll of toilet paper and not my purse. The story does have a happy ending, however. I convinced a 16-year-old guy (who later held my hand, but that’s for another chapter) to return to the men’s room and retrieve my purse. The entire tour group greeted him with cameras, like Hollywood paparazzi, as he exited the men’s room carrying my purse!
It was the year that all of my classmates started going together.
I don’t know what happened. One year earlier, boys weren’t very interesting to any of us. We played together when we had to—I loved sports, so boys were always good for that—but we were more than content to go our separate ways most of the time. Take square dancing for example—back in the olden days,
schools would frequently have the older grades participate in square dancing once a week or so. I think it was to foster listening skills and cooperation, as well as to teach manners, because square dance partners must bow and curtsy to each another. It was pretty gross to have to swing your partner
in sixth grade, and I think the boys felt the same way. But in seventh grade, selecting someone as a square dance partner was as good as giving one of those notes that say, I like you. Do you like me? Check yes or no,
to someone.
As I’ve already mentioned, being the safe
square dance choice was not my preference. I wanted to be noticed. I wanted someone to like me, to ask my friends if they thought I’d go
with him. I wanted to fit in and be like my friends. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not in this area. They were light-years ahead of me in looks, in fashion, in cuteness. I wasn’t sure what I’d have to do or how I’d have to change to become one of the girls all the guys liked, but I was willing to do whatever it took—even if it meant rejecting the way God had created me. I’d do anything. Anything …
I don’t think I’m alone. I don’t think I’m the only girl who has looked day after day at her refection in the mirror, hating what she sees, unsure that she will ever be loved. In fact, I’ve never met a