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that signaled I should just stay home and hide out, but I ignored the signs and got up anyway. I looked in the mirror as I did every day: with repugnance. I can’t stand seeing my curly brown hair growing toward the sun like weeds and almond brown eyes that make other girls stare in awe when they first meet me. I loathe my wide, round hips that others tell me go perfectly with my thick thighs. I can’t forget the one thing that attracts the most attention: the huge muscles that sit on the lower part of my back. Yes, I hate the fact that I have the butt every girl dreams of. After finally getting dressed, I walked out the house trying as hard as possible to blend in—to what, I don’t know. Every day, I walk down streets filled with catcalls and thirsty grown men pointing out every attribute that makes up my being. When I finally made it to school today, my entire world burst like glass under pressure. As I approached my locker, a large crowd of people started to form, taking pictures, looking at me, laughing. The wave of people continued to grow. Lexi was there, too, just standing there, and, when I walked up, I saw it:  

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2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...

2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...