Quick heads up: I’m going to spend this entire post trying to remember the name of the memoir where this idea first presented itself to me. Aren’t things so much more mysterious and threatening when referred to in hushed whispers and tiptoeing around the actual word/person/situation? I mean, wasn’t that pretty much exactly what Harry Potter taught us?…

I spent many years of my life trying to be small. In middle school, I would try and hide behind my hair or disappear into the back corner of class. I’d sit on the very edge of a crowded cafeteria lunch table, close enough to others not to be a target for bullying, yet distant enough to not…