In my face I can read all that I felt: insecure, hopeful, homely, kind, bright and eager. What I wanted most in the world were two things: hair that feathered roundly, like Farrah Fawcett, and to fit in with my new foster parents. I had hair that was stubbornly straight, a habitual slouch, and glowing skin. I didn't know what to do with my appearance or about growing up. I opened wide my deep-set, bewildered eyes, which looked brown to the world but were truly hazel. I was shy. I pretended to be outgoing - because that's what people liked, and I wanted so badly to be liked. I was determined to smile, to be breezy, and above all to make it through my whirlwind thirteenth year.
Find a picture taken of yourself when you were a crossroads. Write about that picture.