When I was in the fifth grade, a Sunday school teacher reprimanded me for leading the closing prayer. "Boys are the leaders," she explained, and I was devastated. The first spark of my feminist flame was ignited that morning. Last night in Philadelphia I sat in a room with thousands of people as Hillary Clinton accepted the Democratic Party's nomination for President of the United States. There were plenty of tears. I shed mine because I realized that since I was eleven years old I have been trying to prove that girls are leaders, and now I don't have to try so hard. Hillary is such obvious proof. Marian Wright Edelman once said that "You can't be what you can't see." After this week there's another thing I know for sure: You can be what you can imagine.