I met Bee when I was a junior in high school. I was timid and awkward as I shuffled into the room full of girls. We were all waiting, waiting and needing something. I would not know her as Bee Nguyen, the determined and outspoken daughter of immigrant parents, until years later. I only knew her kind face and I remember warm hands placed gently on my shoulders as I stood in a mirror, barefoot, with my hair considerably undone. I remember her face in the mirror smiling at me when I looked up as I tried on a bright yellow prom dress. I won’t try to reinvent whatever simple yet poignant words she spoke to me in that moment, because that isn’t what I remember. I remember a woman of color, founder of her own non-profit, pouring all her love and energy into her dream, then looking at me as if I were the dream. I remember, vividly this encounter with a stellar lady, the smiles, the giggles, and body positive affirmations that she showered on us that day as we picked our prom dresses out of the racks of donated items from Athena’s Warehouse.