In my early to mid 20s, I was a pro at "shrinking," of making sure my needs and wants didn't make anyone else uncomfortable or cause them any inconvenience. I was horrible at advocating for myself and giving myself permission to take up space in the world. I recently realized my daughter, at 8 years old, was shrinking too. A few weeks ago, she came home with a test that had an F on it. I … [Continue reading...]