Thank You for Being You People swaying in the squeaking and bumping bus, Followed the ritual of avoiding direct eye contact. A sudden lurch, stopping and then the hiss of the doors opening, Eyes quickly glancing up to judge whether the person was worth the effort to make space. Absorbed in my own thoughts and fears of the cliquish highschool life, I had not noticed the new addition to our silent traveling group, Until she was only a few rows in front of me. Like me she was what people considered plus size. Unlike any larger woman that I had seen, She was dressed in a red business suit with an A skirt and heels, Not in sweats or a long frumpy skirt. She walked with a plan and sat down in an empty seat. I wish I had the courage to compliment her, Or even offer a smile, I would get off a few stops later - forever changed, A woman with my body type could look like a strong business woman. -HCB