Last year, I didn’t know myself. I shopped for clothes that didn’t fit — sizes that I thought I was.

I bought size large shirts, wide sweaters and jackets two sizes too small. I picked out pants the wrong cut — my britches were too big for me.

The clothes I wore didn’t fit. The hand-me-downs from my bigger, stronger, faster, older brother were extra large.

Until recently I didn’t know my legs. Or what my waist was. I didn’t know whose body I had.

But this year I’m more aware of what to wear, and I have finally figured out what I am —a medium.