Meet Anna. She is a timid 18 year old eager, or desparate to get out on her own and be in control of her own life. She's about five foot six inches tall, and weighs about 160 pounds. Despite what the government weight tables say, she looks really good. She does not like her hair. It is blond, but a dishwater dingy blond, and she thinks that makes her look transparent. So, she dies it a yellowish blond. This makes her feel a bit more satisfied with her image. Her clothes are trying to make a statement. Great big flared legged slacks, that could possibly be mistaken for a long skirt, worn out jeans with fuzzy foot prints sewn onto the seat, halter tops to show off a tan, and white patent leather pumps. Today it would seem to be contradictions, but it was the early 70s, and there were no real rules. Her best friend wishes she had the guts to wear the kind of things that Anna does.
But what can't be seen going on behind the scenes is Anna's lack of confidence and feeling that she is the fat ugly duckling. This makes her painfully shy. She covers this up with partying. When she parties, she tends to behave less shy.
She has graduated from high school, early, in fact. Only to run out and get married to the first guy who asks her. There was no real dating. It was a couple of dates and then they moved in together. As soon as she turned 18, they ran out and made it legal.
In actuality however, she is wandering aimlessly. She does not know who she really is, and it is easier to seek out people who will define her. Then she can just blend in.
This was her existence for years. Many rocky roads lie ahead of her. But, there will be light at the end of the tunnel at some point. She just has to survive until then.
