This post, this truth, this resolution—they pain me. This year, I am trying to embrace grace by keeping my mouth shut. I feel that, in typing that sentence, I have completed the easiest part of this journey.
At recess my first day at a new school on the sidelines of an eighth –grade basketball court, I stood awkwardly against the wall in my oversized men’s rugby shirt and poufy bangs. A lanky girl I had met in homeroom smiled and waved me over. Grateful for a friendly face, I talked with her for a few minutes. When I walked away, another girl nodded at me to join her. The second girl wore enormous Doc Martens and too much eyeliner—she was clearly cool. “Don’t talk to those girls,” she said, gesturing across the field. “It’s social suicide.”
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