years, I felt like an imposter with a hidden flaw waiting to be found out. I worried that I might be stained, too, just like that check in my dad’s pocket. So I worked harder to deny failure and shame a place in my life. I learned to excel by not looking at it. I ran away when I needed to. Full speed ahead. In the fast lane. Onward. Into new people, new places. I often fell into the potholes of perfectionism. No matter what, I got back up and positioned myself in the light. But like a shadow, shame follows wherever you go. Until you make peace with it. Over time I’ve learned to accept and even
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