In Quest of Her

Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

If I wasn’t the “tall” girl

Then I was the “black” girl

If I wasn’t the “black” girl then I was the black girl that “talked white”

If I wasn’t that, then I was “weird” girl or the “too friendly” girl and the list goes on.

No matter where I went, I was the outlier.

So in all honesty, I don’t remember ever fitting in. I also don’t remember caring that much but I simultaneously wondered why. I wouldn’t let thought go past the initial curiosity but still, I wondered.

I can’t recall knowing the answer to that question growing up but as a now very confident woman I’d like to believe that It wasn’t that I was out of place, rather I unintentionally took up space and it made others uncomfortable.

Their problem, not mine.