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  • In the seventh grade, I switched from an all-organic, garden growing, emotions-sharing Montessori school to a typical Catholic junior high. One afternoon, on the ride home from school, I started crying because I realized that I had started wearing nail polish all the time. Before I changed schools, I never painted my nails.
    I was devastated that I had become the kind of person who always wore nail polish.

    Even thirteen-year-olds can be overcome with shame they can't explain.
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