I stood behind a locked door, waiting for the minutes to pass and the bell to ring. Why I decided hiding in a bathroom stall was safer than being seen, I don’t remember, but it was. All the changes of adolescence were overwhelming and I was a young, insecure junior-high girl who opted to spend recess in the bathroom because I didn’t fit in, at least not from my view.
I felt different, like I didn’t belong.
While those years are now a distant memory, there are still moments when I feel different and out of place.