Kendra Sparkles: A Really Messed Up Origin Story
Is there any other kind?
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5 min readFeb 11
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Growing up I was always picked first. Both homecoming and prom queen, class president, and the envy of every girl in my school.
The Lumberjacks cheer squad basically begged me to be head cheerleader even though I didn’t know a back handspring from a bag of Cheetos (mmmm I love Cheetos, back handsprings not so much).