I have blushed crimson red my whole life. It started in my teens when as a very shy girl I tried to fit into the popular crowd. They thought it was funny or sweet; I was horrified and in turn, ridiculed. I am undertaking a volunteer position in the art world and while those around me see me as an extrovert, it is a shield to cover my lack of confidence around people. I know when I have to stand up and speak in front of them and answer questions, I will lose it completely and blush. Of course no one will understand why. All it takes is the thought that I am the centre of attention and everyone is looking at me to trigger the blood pounding in my face. It isn't even wanting to be accepted anymore; it's the taunts and ridicule from my past that keep creeping into my head. I know I am dealing with adults and the past should just stay there but boy, it is hard.