When I was a child, I learnt to be many things. Strong was one of them. My life wasn’t easy, and it didn’t get much better as I grew up. I had to develop a thick skin to survive in a country in where people like me weren’t accepted or/and were always singled out, because of our skin colour. While racial attacks were uncommon for me in school, not being feminine, not being conventionally pretty and being overweight caused me trouble to fit in girls groups. Still, I was never considered “one of the boys”: I just didn’t have many friends.