I scroll through an old high school classmate’s Instagram feed and feel slightly jealous. Jealous because I’ve never had the courage to be more open like she is, to grab life by the horns and just live it. To be uninhibited and carefree, with people who are as beautiful and accomplished as she is. To be unashamedly content in her own body, supporting the closest people around her and loving life to its fullest extent.

I’m ashamed to admit that I say, “What about me?”