There comes a moment, sometimes quiet, sometimes loud, when a woman begins to ask herself: Who am I, really? Not who the world has asked her to be. Not who she has learned to be to keep the peace, to be loved, to succeed. But who she is underneath it all....

  There comes a moment, sometimes quiet, sometimes loud, when a woman begins to ask herself: Who am I, really? Not who the world has asked her to be. Not who she has learned to be to keep the peace, to be loved, to succeed. But who she is underneath it all....

  There comes a moment, sometimes quiet, sometimes loud, when a woman begins to ask herself: Who am I, really? Not who the world has asked her to be. Not who she has learned to be to keep the peace, to be loved, to succeed. But who she is underneath it all....