When did you learn being seen wasn’t safe?

When did you learn being recognized in a crowd meant being punished?

When did you start hiding?

When did you shrink into a wallflower?

Sometimes...

Do not underestimate me!

Yes, I may have underestimated myself. And, yes, that gave you permission to underestimate me, but that ends, right here, right now.

"Good enough" is no longer good...