I just got a board position at 100 Story Building, an amazing social enterprise in Melbourne's inner west helping children from the poorest backgrounds to improve their literacy skills through creative story telling. I'm so thrilled, honoured and, as a result, I am now being haunted by old feelings of self-doubt that visit me in the middle of the night now and then.
That's because people like me don't become board directors.
I've been wearing a special mask that I keep in a jar at the side of the door called the Eleanor Rigby. I've worked long and hard to craft that face. Because for most of my life I had felt that at any moment, somebody would find out where I came from.
Read more in my article for Women,s Agenda