Parisa Evans found herself drawn to the outwardly unique. There was something more right, to her, in fitting your sameness in the little internal box then trying to squeeze your uniqueness into it. It also seemed more right to display your individuality than to hide behind conformity. Something more daringly special in declaring “accept me and then we can find our common ground” than settling for only accepting those you could understand through familiarity.

Plus, it seemed possible that those who appreciated their own uniqueness might… just maybe… appreciate hers. Because Paris desperately wanted out of her box as well.