Whenever I answer this question people gawk at me and all I can do is throw my hands up and shout, "SO I OVERCOMPENSATED! SUE ME!"

But I've always been self-conscious about my inteligence. AUGH! See?? See what I mean?? Don't you see the... spelling....error?

My family was brutal about it. I'm the youngest in a family of geniuses (two of whom act kind of like Sheldon from Big Bang Theory sometimes.) I remember in first grade coming home to exclaim, "I know addition!" My sisters laughed and taught me multiplication. When I went back to school to get my friend's approval, exclaiming, "I know multiplication!" I got bullied until I cried. 'Twas a lonely childhood.

My constant struggles with reading speed and spelling never helped, and then I learned at 15 I was dyslexic. Not just oh kinda sorta dyslexic, but I had visual dyslexia, auditory dyslexia, and discalculia all to severe degrees.

But I'm also an "eat your fear" kind of gal (high-five, Saydrah!) and didn't give up on my dream to be a writer. I majored in the hardest field for a dyslexic, kicked college's buttox and for the most part am pretty damn pleased with myself for it.

I know I'm smart. It's just sometimes I go on rampages to prove it.

(Anecdotally, I'm also really self-conscious about "Oh god how do I hubski!?")