In high school, I had what can only be described as an epiphany. One day, while walking to Spanish class, an older girl approached me in the hall. She sneered, scrutinized me from head to toe, and then laughed as if she’d just heard a hilarious joke. Except it was just the two of us in the hall. I felt horrible. Then the epiphany struck me—I would never, ever be that girl; instead of making others feel bad, I could make them feel good. It was like a switch had just flipped inside of me. If it was so easy