Growing up I was called a Good Girl at family gatherings, parent-teacher conferences, and friends’ birthday parties. All the parents wished their daughters could be as respectful and easy as me - by which they truly meant silent, compliant and meek. Nothing about me screamed the childhood freedom most talk about when reminiscing on their early years. But I was a Good Girl and that title was the most important thing for me at the time. A title that led me to burnout.

The goodness lay in the doing and I had to learn to just be.

This is how Good Girl came to be.