When someone already feels low and alone, tearing down others feels like a step up. I think about the girl who always made fun of me with her friends from the back of the bus, calling me my brother’s “sister” and “Chas-teen the crack-phene.” It was so pathetic—at least come up with better jokes than that!—but we were all just trying to find our place, swimming in a sea of hormones and loneliness and confusion.
