I don’t want to be me anymore. I want to be Jodie Foster’s character in Silence of the Lambs. Henceforth, please refer to me as Clarice. I want to not cry when the Hannibal Lectors of my life say mean things to me. I will stand there stoically. You will not hear so much as a whimper. I will flash back to happier days with an adoring father (will have to work on that) who thinks I’m swell.
Love the Clarice in you (it's always been there)! I think most humans have the capacity to have a bit of Clarice inside them - often it has been covered up by believing what others tell us, which we unfortunately believe. Here's to everyone being a bit of Clarice!
From now on we can think WWCD? instead of WWJD-- (although I've never really done that.) I think you have a LOT of Clarice in you, Christine.