The People Pleaser's Guide to Revenge

Summary

I was born a doormat. A chronic, incurable people pleaser.

When I was a kid, my little brother wouldn't eat his dinner, and my dad flew into a rage. He screamed, "If you won't eat the food, eat dirt!"

To diffuse the tension, five-year-old me literally went outside, dug up a spoon of dirt, and ate it just to make my dad smile.

Growing up, I clawed my way into a top-tier Ivy League university just to please my relatives and fish for their compliments.

The day I stepped onto campus for my junior year, I walked straight into a scene from a bad rom-com. Roses covered the quad.