Most of us have an awkward phase. I feel like the people that never go through one turn out to be jerks later in life, so in retrospect, I’m glad mine was probably a little rougher than the average. In middle school I was a lanky 5 feet six inches with size 13 feet so big they often showed up places before I did. I had braces with gold brackets on my teeth (because I wanted to be the only West Coast member of Cash Money). Additionally, I had one of those nerdy-ass rolling backpacks and loved Harry Potter to the point I thought I actually was a wizard. I loved reading more than anything on earth and probably cared more about my grades than my health–because mom dukes would certainly threaten the latter if the former wasn’t on point.