“So you”re the pretty sister?” My middle school advisor says jauntily to me.
He smiles and walks away, with utter conviction he has paid me a kindness.
I suppress the sickening tsunami of self hatred, of self doubt.
My only worth to others is the falsified beauty that I brazenly present with a calm face.
A poker face, one without emotion that could be construed as “too much”.
Devoid of any real em...