More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
No one says exotic anymore, but it’s what I got called all the time back in school, even by my teachers. I didn’t know any of the baggage the word came with until much later, but even back then I knew something was off about it, a stamp pressed into my skin that marked me as different in a seemingly desirable way that didn’t feel desirable at all.
“It’s really hard to explain my childhood, but it was restrictive. Like living inside a cage. At seventeen, I had never been to a party, a sleepover, not even a playdate, really. My parents didn’t trust anyone. They didn’t trust us to not be influenced by other people’s homes and lives and still be controllable. It worked. At least it worked with me.”