Identity from Shame

Identity from Shame

Shame has always been an emotion that haunts my home. My earliest memory of intense shame is tied, funnily enough, to Disney’s A Goofy Movie and my over-inflated sense of hero worship. As a boy, I was infatuated with Goofy’s son, Max, to the point that I wanted to both dress and sing like him. The dressing wasn’t hard, it was just a red hoodie and jeans—I played with the idea of gloves for a while, but I couldn’t find anything nearly big, nor white enough to make the cut. The singing, however, was a lost cause.

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