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I hated middle school. I hated my bullies.

I even hate using the word “bully.” The word itself makes me think of juveniles and bad acne.

During those years, there were days I would come home bitter and tearful. The bullying was so bad that even a few teachers would join in.

I left middle school happy knowing that I’d never have to cross paths with any of those people ever again.

So what do you do when one of those bullies messages you on Facebook years later?

During the summer, dappled sunlight transports me back in time. Here’s how.

Suddenly I’m 13 again, waiting for my mom to pick me up from swim practice

I say ‘I’m sorry’ way too much. I’m refusing to do so anymore — and I challenge other women to do the same.

Refusing to over-apologize doesn’t make women rude

I work as an art tutor for high schoolers. The way they choose to portray female bodies is deeply worrying.

It’s easy to help students with skills — but more difficult to change their perceptions of beauty