Girl Mans Up

While we head home, I think about how when I grow up, I want to be just like my brother. That’s the kind of girl I want to be

People should just be allowed to look in the mirror and see all kinds of possibilities. Everyone should be able to feel nice when they look in the mirror. They should at least be able to see themselves reflected in there, even if they look all weird.

your older self ended up regretting the decision you make today, well, what does it matter? She’s not here right now. You are,” I say. “I think maybe you shouldn’t think about doing what’s right, and maybe you should just do what feels less wrong.”

“Say your older self ended up regretting the decision you make today, well, what does it matter? She’s not here right now. You are,” I say. “I think maybe you shouldn’t think about doing what’s right, and maybe you should just do what feels less wrong.”

Say your older self ended up regretting the decision you make today, well, what does it matter? She’s not here right now. You are,”

“What’s wrong? Is it me?”
“Ha!” I sit up next to her, trying not to let myself die of shame at being rejected. “As if it could ever be you. You’re . . . everything.”

I think about how when I grow up, I want to be just like my brother. That’s the kind of girl I want to be.

it’s okay to feel bad about how things went down, but it’s not okay to drown in guilt and regret every day for having made decisions other people don’t agree with. At some point, we all have to man up and decide to do what we have to do, despite the people around us who try to get in the way.

I walked my butt from North Castlehill to her place just to see her smile—and I’ll keep doing it as long as she lets me.

That’s my brother, and my parent, and my friend