"I'm a failure as a woman. My men expect so much of me, because of the image they've made of me—and that I've made of myself—as a sex symbol. They expect bells to ring and whistles to whistle, but my anatomy is the same as any other woman's and I can't live up to it."
How many of us, male or female, have failed to live up to image others have of us, either one they have projected onto us or one of our own making? Or how many of us are guilty of silencing our own bells and whistles--the little quirks or idiosyncrasies that make us unique--in order to fit others' expectations?