I'm 'Peppy,' but Not Limited. How About You?

Having moxie shouldn't hurt me

When I was a kid, my mom would have loved nothing more than for me to be a cheerleader. Outgoing, popular and trendy, but I marched to the beat of my own drum. I relished finding uncool things cool. And I had a desire to hide rather than put myself in front of 3,000 classmates.