The surprising upside of envy, the emotion we’re taught to hide
There was a distinct moment when I stopped being a happy-go-lucky little girl, one who could play for hours alone at the bathroom sink with a set of colorful plastic nesting cups, and became someone who felt left behind and unseen. I was six. I woke up early one Saturday morning in 1975 to silence, which meant my parents were still asleep in their makeshift bedroom — what was once the dining…
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