I Thought the White String in My Egg Was Something Dangerous—The Truth Completely Surprised Me

a joke. In the cafeteria. Near the lockers. At pep rallies. Prom season arriving that spring felt less like a dance and more like one more reminder that I wasn’t built for joy.

April 2006 came with prom posters, couples whispering in corners, and girls comparing dresses. I already knew I wasn’t going. Who was going to ask the big kid with a limp to continue reading …