Dear Beautiful You,
The first time you wore lipstick to school, your third grade teacher, Ms. Munoz yanked your arm hard and pulled you across the room over to the big sink with the mirror over it where kids combed their hair, passed notes and dumped out their unwanted lunch milk.
“Wash your face!” she yelled. She handed you the roll of scratchy paper to…
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