I have always been an outsider. My immigrant parents chose to settle in the homogenous suburbs of Calgary in the late 80s. I struggled learning to say words in two languages and live life in two cultures that had next to nothing in common with each other. I never saw myself represented by the people I saw on television, by my classmates who called me by the wrong racial slurs, in magazines filled with blonde bombshells or by the teachers who taught me how the world worked.
My visible differences taught me to resent my body.