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I was a curious 10-year-old nervous about entering middle school and saying goodbye to the friends with whom she shared so much. Fifteen years ago to the day, I was probably wrapping up my time as captain of the elementary school safety patrols (do they even still have those?) and donning one of my mom’s white blouses for our commencement ceremony. By 10, I’d already outgrown everything I owned and could fit into my tall, thin mo1e7rRth;s clothes. Short, plump and swarthy, I was (and am) my blonde mother’s antithesis. I’ll never forget raiding her closet to get ready for that graduation.