Shame. It’s that sinking pit inside that makes you to want to run and hide. It says you’re not good enough, pretty enough, smart enough, pure enough. You’re too much of this and not enough of that.
I peered into the bathroom mirror at a hollow shell of a woman. I clung to what I recalled people said about me as I stared into my own hazel eyes...“She’s so happy all the time.” “She’s just so confident.”…
