How Stella got her groove back , The Diary Thief

Moving to Port Elizabeth was a tough change . In Springs , I had a been a soul buddy and a girl guide with the ego of an American cheerleader . Here , sports was the cooler thing. I weighed a good 65kg by the time I was 14 – I was a big, fluffy personification of love . I was forced to play rugby. I sucked at it . I played the forward position and moved like a snail . I resorted to being the field clown . If you make jokes you can take being a joke .

I was in grade 9 when a fellow student stole her mother’s copy of “how stella got her groove back” . Every break time , she sat on her desk , captured by the book . Curiosity was killing me . I waited patiently . A time would come when she dashed out for a pack of snacks and I grabbed it as fast as I could and spent the rest of the day distracting her from remembering it .

Once in my backpack , I took it home to explore and my , it was an eye opener. Through this book , I discovered if I squeezed my thighs together for quite sometime ,a great sensation came over me . I had never explored my body .

Later, I had a crush on a boy who dated a girl in my class. This girl was the ultimate dork: she kept piles of diaries .. talking about her feelings .. she wrote on it all day long . Her close circle of friends had access to the diary . Curious , I kept stealing and reading her diaries every month or so . Creepy