I jumped, startled awake by the harsh buzz sounding of my alarm to wake me for high school. At fourteen, I was in 9th grade so obviously I was trying to make my mark on the complicated world of high school as a freshman. I got out of bed, looked over in my walk-in closet, and found the American Eagle t-shirt that I’d set out last night and a pair of wrangler jeans beside it. When I thought I had everything, I turned to go into the bathroom. As I walked past the mirror, I saw my reflection, and I