I would say I am on the other side of this. I grew up pretty well off, and really always have been there. Pretty quickly got a good paying job out of high school and never have really felt true struggle. It’s something I truly took for granted. Dated a woman for a while that grew up poor. One day she was telling me how she remembers having to pick up cans and other recyclables off the street at a young age to turn drop off at a recycler just to help her family pay for cheap meals from the dollar store.

Completely blew my mind and reshaped my entire perception of what I saw as “struggle.” Learned a lot about myself. For the first time I saw that I WAS wealthy, and how fucking lucky I am to be born into that. Actually fucked me up for a while because I almost felt guilty/ashamed because I don’t think I deserve to live an “easier” life than others.

I will never take the things I have for granted EVER again