A Clique Away...for a wannabe

I stole the title of this article which brings back the memories of being a wannabe. I don't think my parents were aware of what it was like in school for me. We never talked about ugly things in our house. I was raised by very loving and compassionate people who did the best they could for me...but in the end of the day I still wanted to fit in. I cared more about what others thought about me then my own parents because...they were just my parents. How ungrateful does that sound. To think if I have been born into another family I wouldn't have turned out as good as I am...I think I would have more hang ups and addictions to deal with if I even would deal with them. Am I still a wannabe? More so then I want to admit but you know I'm learning to look for God's perspective on what I should be. That helps. I'm realizing more and more each day how great of love he has for me. I just wish I could move just a little faster! haha