I wonder why girls with bodies like mine can't even model the clothes that are made for us.

I walk over to the plus size section, wondering why my sizes have to be in a special section of the store and not mixed in with the other sizes. There is a definite divide, as if a shirt with a 3X tag will contaminate the other clothes. I look through the clothes-there's not much to choose from. Just two racks compared to a whole store full of options for thinner girls.

I write my resolution in black Sharpie marker on top of a background made out of cut-up scriptures, words from newspaper headlines, and numbers from last year's calendar.Be bold.Be brave.Be beautiful.Be brilliant.Be (your) best.

You know, ‘ladies’ is old fashioned, Mr. Smith. I like to use ‘womyn’, spelled ‘W-O-M-Y-N’, so I don’t have to include the word ‘man’”. I smile, and a few of the other girls clap.

The sign of true maturity is when you're able to end the argument first to forgive a person even if they haven't asked for it

Those girls are not the opposite of me. We are perpendicular. We may be on different paths, yes. But there's a place where we touch, where we connect and are just the same.