Shame was always there
There is not a time where shame has not been present; not a time where I have not wondered “what is wrong with me”. I was never “normal”; never good enough: never smart enough, never fast enough, never slim enough, never fit enough, never pretty enough. Yet paradoxically I was always “too much”: too sensitive, too caring, too pale, too freckly, too fat, too emotional, too loud, too quiet, too boring, too slow. Not enough,...Read More
