I’d mastered silence as a child—shrinking, obeying, vanishing—to survive a warzone where “good behavior” meant erasing myself. The flicker of MTV and Fashion TV stained our Hong Kong flat blue. At the age of six, my mother pinned me before the screen like a specimen. “See her?” She jabbed at Gisele Bündchen’s jutting ribs. “That’s discipline. You need to

Have you ever wondered why you are the person you are? Why do some people have so much confidence and others (or I) don’t? Why some people succeed by the age of 30 and others (or I) don’t? And how much of that has to do with your childhood? How much your childhood influenced your