I’ve been up at 5 a.m. every day since I was twelve. Cows don’t wait, and neither does the sun. Most folks in my high school couldn’t understand that. While they were Snapchatting their lattes, I was wrist-deep in feed buckets. I didn’t mind at the time—farm life made me strong, grounded. But the teasing stuck with me. They’d call me “Hay Girl” or “Bessie’s Bestie” like it was hilarious. Even the teachers kind of smiled along. I remember once in sophomore year, I came to class smelling like manure—one…
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