Life is full of limitations. Freedom is internal. It lives in the quiet courage to stop pretending and to let your real face be seen. Growing up, my life looked perfect from the outside. I had everything a child could ask for. I lived in a pastoral village, had many friends, and moved through the world as the girl boys wanted to be with and girls wanted to be like. I was always picked first—for teams, activities, shows—the one voted “closest to perfect”.