"Dear Stephen, I’m writing this letter to you, my seventh-grade self, from 25 years in the future. Yes, you do survive middle school! I’m sure you have all kinds of questions for me, like 'Does my car fly?' 'What’s my job?' 'Am I famous?' Some questions are more personal: 'Am I married yet?' 'Do I have kids?' But, Stephen, I know there are other questions burning in your mind that you don’t have the words for yet—some you might be too embarrassed to ask. 'Have I finally lost weight? Do I look like a real man? Do I feel like a real man? What IS a real man?'"

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