Sorry to break it to you, kid, but there is no way anyone will take you seriously in the field of Diversity and Inclusion. Your résumé screams ‘privileged white girl.’
I remember those words as if it were yesterday. Bouncing around and echoing in my head as my bruised ego, still recovering from my recent layoff, struggled to stand tall.
The truth is, this wasn’t the first time I had been told I wasn’t what the world wanted, that I did not fit in, that I didn’t have a place, that I had no voice. Yet, never had I been told that I exuded privilege. I was either too white or too blonde, too American or too German, too pretty or too ugly, too thick or too thin, too bubbly or too quiet, too passive or too assertive … too different.