“Why can’t you be more like your sister?” That was the soundtrack of my childhood, played on repeat by my parents, Robert and Patricia Campbell.

My father, a big-shot corporate attorney, cared about image above all else. My mother, a former beauty queen turned socialite, never missed a chance to tell me I wasn’t enough. I’d bring home straight A’s; Allison had straight A’s plus extracurriculars. My second-place science win was overshadowed by her dance recital. It was relentless.