And though fraternity hazing is publicly criticized for its outward displays of toxic masculinity and violence, sorority recruitment acts as an alternative form of hazing plagued by toxic and detrimental female stereotypes.
I was under the misguided impression that being gay meant one thing, and if I didn’t identify with societal bisexual stereotypes, I wasn’t a “good enough” gay person.
The constant reminders, buzzes and notifications caused my mental health to suffer, and I’m not alone.
As far back as I can remember, I’ve struggled to accept my body. I remember being no older than 11 and begging my mom not to make me go into the Macy’s dressing room. I hated playing with Barbies. I envied the girls who could fit into Abercrombie and Fitch and Lululemon. I went to an affluent private school in a conservative area, one that emphasized perfection in all aspects, including personal appearance. As an overweight theatre kid, I felt I didn’t make the cut.
It’s a go-to question at everything from college orientation to the Thanksgiving dinner table. “What’s your major?” And, for the longest time, my answer was simple: “biochemistry and pre-med.”
