We miss things. We miss ourselves. We are blinded by perfectionism. So much so that we no longer let ourselves in. No matter how hard we try. We walk past ourselves on the street, in our homes, at work. They yell at us as we pass them by. We pass them, blinded by doubt. Devoured by the thought that ebbs its way to the forefront. The thought that ALL eyes are on us. And we are failing. We pass them as they Yell. PLEASE. I AM HERE. LET ME IN. But we do not hear ourselves. We do not hear the cries of our feelings. We are too deep, buried in the fable that is speeled to us. PERFECT. That is what you should be. THIN. That is what you should be. COMPLIANT. That is what you should be. PRETTY. That is what you should be. HAPPY. THAT is what YOU should be. But how? How should we carry on? Do we keep on walking? Hearing the cries of our true selves. Passing them by with nothing more than a glance. NO. We CAN do more than that, BE more than that. We will stop. Look them dead in the eye and shout back. I HEAR YOU. I HAVE ALWAYS HEARD YOU. AND I WILL LISTEN. SMART. That is what I am. CREATIVE. That is what I am. BOSSY. That is what I am. STRONG. That is what I am. UNDENIABLE. THIS is WHO I AM.