I'm the middle child.
I grew up in a family where you could never be the center of attention.
I come from a family of 12, so I kind of got a little lost as a child.
I have such a big family, sometimes, I was wondering, when is it going to be my turn? There's always a brother who's older, younger, bigger, stronger, faster, I was like, 'hey, give me a chance guys.'
Not to psychologize, but it's hard growing up in a family of 14 to ever feel like you're the center of the universe, or that you're that special or different. Because when it comes down to it, you're still fighting for food at the dinner table.
I guess everyone's had an experience when they felt overlooked, ditched, hurt or taken for granted. Where they felt like the only one behaving with common sense but still got the short end of the stick. We all feel like the odd one out at some point.
I operate under the assumption that people don't notice the good in me. That's just how things always seem to play out. I get blamed, while con-artist kids like Venus, and Camille, and Gemma get believed. But the rescue lady noticed. In the background, just observing, she noticed.
A man is very apt to complain of the ingratitude of those who have risen far above him.
The 14th of 15 kids, I was the second youngest - not a coveted spot on the family totem pole.
When you grew up like me and my four brothers, you end up feeling somewhat inadequate, like somehow you don't count.
I've decided that the worst part of loneliness isn't being alone. It's being forgotten.
Everybody likes the underdog, because everybody feels like the underdog. No matter how successful you are, you always think, 'No one's being nice enough to me!'
I was a foggy, erratic teenager: a fifth child, the last in the queue for conversation or attention.
I get what it feels like to watch some of your peers pass you in a field that you're in.
