Who we are is marked by so many external factors, that it can be difficult to determine what is really us. Every part of ourselves is subjected to societal expectations—every part but the last inch.

The last inch is that extra effort we put in when we feel we have nothing left.

The last inch is the dignity we keep when everything has been taken from us.

The last inch is who we are.

When there’s nothing left to give, nowhere to turn, and no way out, this last inch is the only place we go. And the tragedy is many of us go through our entire lives without knowing it exists…

and without ever knowing who we really are or what we’re really capable of.