Every person you meet is hiding behind some kind of mask. Hiding pieces of themselves they don't want you to see. A part of their identity they've decided won't be liked, accepted or welcomed by you or the tribe they want to belong to.
We become very skilful at hiding behind our masks, to the point that we almost convince ourselves it's who we are. With our years of dedicated practice in moulding ourselves to fit in, our mask thickens and we lose touch with the woman within.