The last time I didn’t mind being seen? It hasn’t truly been since elementary school.

Being zany and goofy and the center of attention was not a problem. I was absolutely the kid who didn’t care how she came across. I’d run, yell, make silly faces, dance around, and wear costumes.

There didn’t seem to be much point in reigning myself in. I was safe and secure around the people who cared about me, especially at church. Jesus loved me, this I knew. Why would I want to be anyone other than me?

It took very little to break that spirit...