Tag: Prejudice

Sometimes when I open my eyes, I can still sense this burden pressing on my chest, a heavy weight I have grown accustomed to, an ingrained fatigue due to the criticisms and wounds inflicted upon me daily at school. I was always that child who seemed never „normal”, „rich&rd...

Life has a way of throwing us into the deep end, expecting us to swim in waters that are sometimes turbulent with misunderstanding and prejudice. As a kid, I remember walking down the school corridors, acutely aware of the stares and the whispers. The bullying wasn’t always overt, but it was t...