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To the Girl Who Doesn’t Know She Is Worthy
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To the Girl Who Doesn’t Know She Is Worthy

It was 5th grade. I was tall for my age, especially in my small town and equally small school. Not slight nor dainty, but strong and athletic. Instead of skinny, I was fit. I appreciated my athletic abilities, but never felt comfortable in my own skin. I wanted a slimmer, bonier, and shorter version of…