As she looks across the table at me, it's easy to see the raw pain in her eyes. The wonder in how she got here. I'd seen it untold times before...hell, I'd witnessed it in myself on many an occasion. Her tears flowed from a space deep within as she shared the story of feeling unworthy and undeserving of the beautiful [on the outside] life she lives. Her fairy tale mask covers a self-loathing game she plays with herself every. single. day. It's EXHAUSTING.