I'm completely naked, exposing myself for the world to see. The mirror held an image of a beautiful black woman, but in my mind the person staring back at me with eyes like mine, was a shell with a painted face and fake smile. My soul cried out for someone to listen, but my mouth stayed shut and my mask stayed on. I can't hide anymore, pretending to be something that I'm not. My entire life was a lie. I was a fraud, and a phony. I wore a disguise to hide my pain and conceal my dirty little secrets. I was ashamed of being just another poor black girl, so I was willing to die a lie; rather than...