Everybody has that something when they are little right? You know, a stuffed giraffe, random dish cloth, “binky,” or a bedraggled Cheer Bear (wink). Totally normal.

But today, I am going to admit something to you. It’s difficult, but I’m not ashamed. I’ve had twenty-two years to come to terms with it and so has my family. Most likely, while they haven’t told me this to my face, they think I am an embarrassment. And I’ll show you why.