When I was in 6th grade, a boy in my class was dared to snap my bra. He did and it garnered laughter and praise from the ones that dared him. As it happened, I stood up quickly and spun to face him. My reaction and the look on my face must have taken him by surprise because he shrunk back and blushed hard. The feeling that took me over is one I will never forget, and I believe it was right then that I decided no one would ever inspire that feeling in me again. I felt hot and sweaty with embarrassment and shame, my heart raced and my head swam. I left the classroom and cried in the hallway. My teacher came out to console me, but it didn't matter. She made the boy apologize, but it didn't matter. None of it mattered, he had taken something from me. Something I couldn't identify at the time, something I didn't know how to embrace, but something I knew I couldn't let go. I was a young girl and I learned in that moment the power of self.