That adorable little tyke is me in 2nd grade. I loved to draw, and I was pretty good at it. Already, kids were begging for help on art projects and fighting over which group I would work with to make our science poster (because I drew the best bubble letters). It made me so happy to be good at something! 

Still, I wish I could go back in time and tell myself a few things about art, other people, and what it’s like to a be a girl. A girl, you say? What does that have to do with being an artist?

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