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Reflections from Our 2014 Internal Representative



In my first year as a Bruin Belle, I can truly say that this organization has transformed me more as a leader and a person than any other experience I’ve had. Although I was far from shy when I applied for Belles, I had yet to find my place in the huge, diverse, and slightly intimidating student body at UCLA. Now, with only a few months as a Belle under my belt, I truly feel as though I have gained a family of some of the most passionate, intelligent, and caring girls you can find at UCLA. My fellow Belles inspire me every single day by going above and beyond the amazing philanthropy events we participate in and dedicating even more time to service; whether it’s through a diverse selection of other UCLA clubs, their jobs, or extra volunteering.

It is my belief that one of the best ways to improve yourself as a person is to surround yourself with good people who you can look up to, and this is one of the main ways I think Bruin Belles has shaped me. Spending my time with such well­ rounded, giving women leaders has helped me develop myself as a leader as well. I recently ran for and was elected Internal Representative of BBSA, a position which I never would have had the courage to pursue without the encouragement and support of my fellow Belles. Bruin Belles inspires me to be the best I can be, and I’m so so happy to be a part of such an incredible group of young women. I look forward to my next two years with Belles, and can’t wait to see how it continues to shape my future.

Katie Gilliland
Internal Representative
First Year Bruin Belle


Katie (right) and her fellow Belles at Disneyland

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