We all hide something.

Secrets.

That’s what we call them.

Until there no longer secrets and everyone stares at you as you walk down the all.

The men catcall from across the office and your boss makes eye contact with them and that’s it.

The Women stare at you too but it’s worse because in there eyes you can tell they are thinking “What a disappointment to other women”

And in the night you cry to yourself and blame yourself for being this way.

Secrets are what hold us back.