As a young boy, Adam Rippon stood in front of a mirror and saw a stranger staring back at him.
Or maybe he just couldn’t admit that he was that frail, confused kid in the reflection.
“I just really wanted to be somebody else,” he recalled.
Somebody other than the kid who was always picked last and picked on.
Somebody other than the “little gay kid in a small town in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania” he was afraid he was.
“I think I was searching for who I was because for a...