After a lifetime of feeling unworthy and pretending to be someone she wasn’t, thirty-something begins to entertain the idea that maybe she’s okay just the way she is. Now to find out exactly what that means…

No more role-playing, no more masks, no more bullshit. This is me. Sans makeup.

Not enough? The first few drafts were multiple pages long: Stop complaining. Also, the first few posts will pretty much explain everything. Start here.


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