She’ll Make a Good Doctor, Someday

I believed him when he said I was ugly

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Eighth-grade science class, not that I was paying much attention. I was in love with a white boy.

Strike one.

I liked his blonde hair and hazel eyes that stood in stark contrast to mine. No amount of shampoo that my mother dutifully purchased from Market Basket could wash the Indian DNA out…