Last year, I was walking through the Beverly Center’s garage with my best friend, and two guys stopped me. One asked with wide eyes, “Wow, you must be somebody?!” At first I was extremely flattered.

But, it wasn’t until I got in the car when I realized what he had said. I was so ashamed to have been flattered at such a question.

In the moment I thought I was so “special” because someone would ask me…