I clutched the bouquet of helium balloons in one hand, their strings tangled around my fingers, and adjusted my purse strap with the other. My heart raced with excitement as I stepped out of the Uber, the driver wishing me luck with a knowing grin. I’d spent the morning getting ready—full glam, as they say. Winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, lips painted a bold red that matched the “Happy Birthday” balloon bobbing above me, and my favorite sundress hugging my curves just right. ...