I wanted to hit somebody.
The person I wanted to hit was no longer around, but as I listened to my friend I wish she was. Not that I’d actually hit her, or anyone else.
I just wanted to.
You see, my friend had just told us that she had been told a lie from the time she was a little girl. Except she didn’t realize it was a lie. The people who were supposed to nurture her said she was different. They pointed out a physical feature that was beautiful and unique and said, “This makes you ‘less than.’ You aren’t like us, so this is ugly. It’s wrong.”
So she grew up trying to hide that about herself. She covered it up. She learned to do things differently so people wouldn’t know.
As she told us what it was, I sat stunned.