There’s a woman you follow online. You scroll through her content compulsively. She moves through the world with a confidence that feels foreign to you. She speaks boldly, creates freely, and takes up space without apology. You tell yourself you’re just a fan. You tell yourself you’re inspired. But there’s something else underneath. A quiet ache. A whisper that sounds a lot like: Why her and not me? Here’s what nobody tells you about that feeling. It’s not envy. It’s not smallness. It’s not...