You thought I was a mate, you never saw me as a vulnerable person. You thought I could take the jokes, and the jovial ribbing, the digs at my weight and the ridiculing of my disastrous love life….

Do you think Kate Hepburn never looked in the mirror, and wondered if she looked okay?

Don’t you reckon even Cassius Clay had doubts about his strength?

Doesn’t it make sense to assume that Donald Trump must lie awake at night sometimes, wondering if he made the right business decisions.

Did you really think I had such a loud voice because I’m overly confident? Didn’t you ever wonder why I make such a big effort to be extroverted and friendly?

Aren’t we all hiding a little something from the world in general?