Nicknames are a funny thing. My dad dubbed me “Skipper” at a young age, because she was Barbie’s best friend and I was blonde hair blue-eyed and bubbly and quite friendly.. If there is another story I was never given it.
I was miserable my first year of high-school and decided to homeschool. I wasn’t teased, at least not that I remember. I was bullied a little, but it was for things that I couldn’t control, like the kid’s locker next to me having the same combination as mine, so I accidentally opened it one day in an effort to open mine, and he walked up and was so mad, he trashed my locker and all its contents the following day.
However, that’s neither here nor there. I don’t even remember his name, only that in the alphabet his name probably started with an Ro or close to it, as our lockers were alphabetical. I was in marching band my freshman year, but I was so average and normal that no one really cared to tease me about that.
Anyway, I did one year of homeschooling in which I was so lonely because the school wouldn’t let me participate in any events, I decided to go back to public school my junior year.
That was the year I picked up my second nickname I believe. My first name is Heidi, if you’ve been following me for a bit, you might know that. However, two syllables is a lot to say, and sometimes its just fun to have a nickname. My friends my junior year dubbed me Heids. It was the one syllable fun name that you could holler out down the hall and not be mistaken for who you were talking to. Only my close friends ever used that nickname though.
In college I acquired a third nickname. This one may be a little much for the delicate ears in the room. I was diagnosed with Lupus my sophmore year of college… that sophomore year is just rotten overall. Be careful all you sophomores out there! Anyways… that year I had moved into an off-campus housing appartment with a girl I met freshman year. We had two other girls move in with us and they quickly discovered my penchant for tater tots. I enjoy eating them….as do most Americans. Who doesn’t love potatoes?
Anyways… I think in part due to the love for tater tots, and the large… bosom I posses I was dubbed tots. And we all called each other cheeks, as again a shortened form of Chica…
Now I have a friend that dubs me all kinds of inappropriate things based of my chest-size and his mood, but I am not all that stressed out about it, because it is never out of malicious intent. So, there you have it, the mostly normal, kind of odd nicknames from my childhood to now.
Wander Girl 
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