In all likelihood, my peers growing up could probably pick up on the deep insecurity that sat in my ribcage at all times. I was unsure of essentially every step I took, trying desperately to both stand out by just being myself while avoiding any infamous attention for being the weird “other.” In reality, I think I blended into the background just fine, from which feeling like the “second choice” was born.
Read MoreIf Valentine’s Day is about love, I’d rather dedicate it to the people that I actually choose time and time again, and in return, the people who choose me.