To be honest, I was loathing this assignment despite hiding it well. The glittery makeup, the pettiness, the pop music heartthrobs, the exclusivity-- it reminded me my own not-so-distant tomboy high school years of despising the stereotypical American teenage girl.
A dozen ink acronyms smeared my hand of squads to best represent our company's coverage areas: FR, PR, NH, SF, TJ, etc. After cross-referencing my needed teams with the routine calendar, I began to introduce myself through clouds of hairspray as they prepped for a long day filled with Taylor Swift's "Blank Space" on replay.
The more groups I mingled with, the more I sensed my misjudgment over the years. But it wasn't until all my work was submitted for print, web and Twitter that I felt the most wrong.
Girls from all over the region expressed their thanks for my willingness to document their most pinnacle "moment." One heart and kissy-face emoji lit up my phone after another.
They forever melted my heart.