She kissed me when we were hanging out by the water at sunset and I felt so free, so accepted, so giddy.
I'm a girl who at the time liked a girl.
It was actually my first kiss, but I don't count it.
Sun-glossed, bikini-clad, her long blonde hair whipping in the wind that cuts down from the rocks along the Malibu coast.
" — Brianna, 21 Hannah Orenstein is the assistant features editor at Seventeen.
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