I used to be afraid to stand out.
When I was in first grade the teacher tried to teach our class about proportions by dividing us into groups, based on certain characteristics.
For me, it was easy when she lined up everyone who was wearing blue on one side, red on the other, and neither blue nor red in the middle. No problem.
But what stood out to me, even at that age, was when she started to divide us based on our physical attributes – she asked everyone with blond, brown or black hair to go into different corners of the room. I had red hair, so I didn’t know where to go.
Then she separated everyone with blue, green, hazel or brown eyes. I have one blue eye and one green, so, again, I didn’t know where to go.