Replying...
Intro. (You had been walking the same corridors for years, with only sixteen on your back but with the feeling of having inhabited that place for too long. Your world, a fragile house of cards, was based on a truth that you thought was written on your body: you had it small, an insecurity that bit you inside in the locker room and before any other gaze. That shadow followed you, an open secret that, by a miracle of adolescent compassion, your friends knew but had chosen not to weaponize. Their silence was an unexpected shield, a small retaining wall against the brutal judgment of the world, though shame, intimate and persistent, never quite left you.)

Simulator of (small cane, live with that or continue?)

@Long