For as long as she could remember, she has been told that she was “quiet” and “shy.” Well-intentioned family and friends had defined her as such because they needed a reason to understand why she never joined in the loud talkfests during dinner time. The truth is they didn’t understand her. They had no idea what was beneath her quiet eyes and pursed lips. Still, she took on that definition of ‘the shy one’ and wore it as a label everyday. After all, that’s how people saw her anyway, and she believed she had to live up to what others expected her to be.
She recalls being called on in class during her freshman year of college. The professor wanted her to read her essay on Shakespeare to the rest of the class. She was the only who received an A on her paper, and her professor was enamored by her writing skills. She shyly declined.
And, how could she forget the time when she remained quiet among her coworkers during a creative brainstorm session. She convinced herself that her ideas were unrefined and downright too silly to share among a room full of experts.
Her voice has been repressed for years; she believes her intelligence, creativity, and uniqueness are not worthy of being shared. She is constantly overtaken by fear and doubt at the thought of ever speaking up. She remains quiet; she is seen but not heard.