I Was The “Cow Girl” They Mocked—Until Senior Year Homecoming Came Around
They mooed when I walked into class. Someone taped a straw to my locker with “BARN PRINCESS” scrawled across it. I’d scrub my boots in the gas station sink before school, but everyone knew my family ran a dairy farm. To them, I was “cow girl.” I tried to hide it—perfume, silence—but I loved the…
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