The first secret is that I've never been in a relationship that lasted more than a month. The second secret is that I'm ashamed of that.
Actually, I have another two secrets.
The first secret is that I had extreme anxiety at work last week and couldn't do anything. The second secret is that I'm ashamed of that.
Actually, I have another two secrets.
The first secret is that I don't know how to put makeup on. The second secret is that I'm ashamed of that.
That's the thing. Shame turns every secret into two. The second one is more painful than the first. Nobody's perfect, after all, but if you're going to be imperfect, at least wear it as a badge of honor--something that makes you sexy and cool and chill for not caring.
If instead, you're ashamed that you're not perfect, then congratulations. You now have have three secrets. Your secret and your shame-secret and your shame-for-being-ashamed-secret.
