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In my own mind I was graceful, intelligent, thoughtful, compassionate, trustworthy, and comforting. With my long brown hair and slightly baggy clothes, I felt safe and acceptable. It was a dangerous comfort, I realized. Any time we settle into our masks, no matter how good we believe they look, we deny another part of ourselves. I had shattered masks before, and knew the tremendous energy we gain when we walk straight into our fears with open eyes. Many years ago nike air max 2015 mujer , I moved from a dilapidated, no-running water trailer in the middle of a huge horse ranch to a tiny apartment in Hong Kong. This towering apartment complex, were I lived with my parents, housed at least ten times as many people as the town I had left. My goal: to shape shift from a young, politically active, independent rebel to a mature, hardworking businesswoman. It was just for the summer, mind you. I wanted to pay off my debt, and I was curious if I could pull this undercover operation off. 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I felt funny wearing a suit. But I was determined to commit to this new mask I so feared. I worked 12-17 hours a day, often grabbing lunch and dinner at McDonalds. I loved it. I felt freed from my past. I returned to the United States with a new confidence and sense of unlimited possibilities. Over ten years later, on another major experiment http://www.sapatosbaratosar.com/nike-air-max-2015-zapatillas-de-running.html , I went blonde. My mission: to once again shatter my limited self-concept and step willingly into what I judged the most. It took me months to build up my nerve, to go against the fears and agreements: "It will ruin my hair. I have a new group of apprentices coming in; I can't be blonde and sexy. It is not necessary, anyway." But once I felt the fear, it was too late; I knew had to do it. The transformation took seven hours, as my hair went from brown, to pink-orange, and finally to platinum blonde. 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