If we're walking on a sidewalk, I'm the one walking behind.

If we're riding in a car, I'm in the backseat, no questions asked, almost as if it's a fundamental law of life.

If we're making conversation and my joke doesn't land, but someone else says the exact same thing, they get uproarious laughter.

If I get invited anywhere, I have to work 3x as hard to feel like I fit in.

If I choose to go where I get invited, I want to come home and cry, because all I could think about on the drive home were the small ways in which I was slighted, ignored, and made to feel small.