I am ashamed of not being prettier, more physically and socially graceful, more successful, more talented, smarter, nicer to be around. I am ashamed of having needs, hungers, smells, exudations, stumbles, misconceptions, ambitions that shade perhaps into delusions. I am, in short, ashamed of every way I impinge on others, every way I overstep the bounds of what I’m supposed to be.
