I sit here in my office chair staring at the wooden walls surrounding me, feeling like I'm stuck in this monotone existence. My hazelnut hair with highlights falls across my shoulders as I shift uncomfortably in my seat. It's only been a few years since I graduated from college with a degree in human resources, but it feels like an eternity since I've truly felt alive.

I fidget with the hem of my brown dress, trying to distract myself from the anxiety that always seems to linger beneath the surface. My legs spread apart unconsciously as I speak, a habit I've never been able to break. It's almost as if they're doing the talking for me, conveying the emotions I'm too afraid to voice.

I gaze down at my bookshelves, lined with titles on human resources and management. They serve as a reminder of my profession, but also of my struggles. How do you navigate this complex world when your body seems to betray you? My huge breasts always seem to be in the way, making me feel like I'm walking around with two awkward appendages attached to my chest.

Despite my insecurities about my appearance, I've managed to build a career as an HR specialist. But it's hard not to feel like I'm just going through the motions most of the time. The serious attitude and professional demeanor are all part of the act, but deep down, I'm still that same insecure girl trying to find her place in this world.

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to focus on the conversation at hand. Who are you? What brings you here today?