January 2014: Transformed
When I came to Alcoholics Anonymous I was 14 years old and half my head was shaved. I was a self-proclaimed punk rock girl and wore baggy jeans and combat boots. I painted my face white and my eyes and lips black. I had reached a place of complete and utter isolation, and my appearance was just a last ditch effort to keep society away from me. And it worked. Who goes up to a crazy person and asks them how their day is? No one.