For as long as I can remember, I've hidden myself. I definitely started hiding when I got old enough to walk down my NY streets alone. I became comfortable hiding my intelligence, my physical appearance, my truths, my thoughts, myself. But just the other day it hit me: Alicia! Why are you choosing to be that person?
Women don't give themselves permission to fall apart and we certainly don't want to be seen as not having our shit together. That's become taboo in a culture that, for women especially, demands the lie of seamlessness, of perfection, of freedom from blemishes and funky lighting and embarrassing angles.