A Note on Responsibility, Words, and Reflection

Through my work, friendships, and the many spaces I’ve been part of, I’ve interacted with thousands of people over the years. That’s been one of the most meaningful parts of my life. But I also recognize that in a few of those interactions—especially with women—I may have caused discomfort through my words or presence, even if unintentionally.

I can think of at least three instances where someone might have felt I had bad or confusing intentions. To be clear: these were never incidents of physical violation. I’ve never touched or hugged anyone without clear or implicit consent. These moments I’m reflecting on were not rooted in desire or any expectation—often I was trying to be honest, open, or simply supportive—but I now realize they may have landed differently than intended.

Even without any intent to harm, I believe that how someone experiences a moment matters. If any of my words or actions made someone feel unsafe, that’s mine to hold.

I think about this more often than people might guess. If I had the ability to undo that discomfort, I would. I’m not sharing this to seek validation or forgiveness—but to take responsibility, however small, for the emotional weight that words can carry.

If you were ever on the receiving end of that weight from me, I’m sorry.

—Mehar