From a young age, I wanted to change the way I looked. Every town I grew up in consisted of spaces that never seemed to fit me; they were made for specific kinds of identities and people to grow up comfortably in. I was very insecure about how I looked mainly because I wasn’t white.
If I stretch my memory as far back as it’ll bend, I can remember the first time I had to teach myself how to breathe again. My parents had gone to a fundraiser, leaving me alone with my sister and my brother.
15%. That’s how many undergraduate students at the University of Michigan are members of social sororities or fraternities. Though far below the “majority,” it seems like every person I’ve talked to is a member of some greek organization, promoting their next event or fundraiser.