“You’re kind of adorable.” Adorable. That word feels like an ice cube dropped down my back—cold, prickly, and utterly distasteful. Most girls get told they’re pretty, or if they’re lucky beautiful, gorgeous, or even stunning. I’ve always been stuck in the cute or adorable category. It’s a corner I don’t like being shoved into. Is it my size that doesn’t make me worthy of more flowery descriptors or am I forever going to be the girl that never is in the starring role, even in her own life?
