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That special person who could see you before you could see yourself

Every visible inch of my neck, face, hands and arms was martian-green as I walked down a public grocery aisle putting food into my cart. I’d been instructed to observe my discomfort at having other people staring at me.

I was in acting school and this was one of our first assignments. To put ourselves in a situation that would draw judgment from others.…