As a teenager I was the last one at a dance event to be chosen and I had to dance with the last girl also still unchosen who was a fat girl wearing knee braces. I couldn’t see myself dancing with her and left the event, seeing her crying alone as I was leaving. All my life I wanted to neutralize the memory of that day, the shame that burned on my face. And today, rejected by her and threatened with reporting me for stalking her, my greatest love evoked the same burning on my face again.
I wish I did not have a position in […]