I smoked my first joint in Grade 9 with my best friend. I have never again laughed as hard as I did that night. But I also felt a calm that I remember quite well, that I still feel every time I smoke.
That calmness helped with many things. And when stoned, my mind wasn’t hung up on the words “you’re not a real girl, and you’re a failure for not being a real girl.” Instead, I composed songs, stories, and poems. I connected with my friends. Finally, I relaxed … and I started shopping in the boy’s section.