What do you love now, that you hated when you were younger? Today is Tuesday. I just ate my lunch from KFC. I always say I’d rather doomscroll blogs than reels, but a daily prompt caught me off guard today and made me think badly about my past and the things I carried silently. I’ve always wanted to time-travel. Not for anything grand. Just to comfort myself on the nights I cried until I fell asleep, exhausted from feeling so much. The trauma from bullying ran deep. It made me hate myself. February baby I was born in February, and apparently that means topakin or easily annoyed, too emotional. That belief got planted in my head early, and it stayed there. I’m the middle child. Older sister, younger brother. My sister is smart, fair-skinned, beautiful, at least that’s how my parents framed it, over and over, until it became the only frame I had. I’m morena to medium skin tone, noticeably darker than her. I was compared to her constantly. Grades, looks, color. All of …