kitty, I was just the same -no confidence whatsoever. I used to be called names 'skinny-malinky long-legs', 'long streak of misery', 'scarecrow' (my clothes tended to hang on me rather than fit me) I was called all sorts of things - and as you can see, it's all stayed with me!
I'm confident and happy now too, but when I went to High School (the equivalent of Grammar School here), along with the one other pupil who passed the 'quali', it was even worse. I was really lonely and found it quite hard to mix. Lots of the children seemed to come from well-off homes and to my mind, were always pretty, clever and 'popular'. I ended up as the class clown though, and that helped make me a bit more popular, but didn't help me pass many more exams!
Gally I always lusted after a pair of slip-ons, too
Estranged Son and Future Granddaughter
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic